Gorge

The river is churning like my insides
Water pouring and flowing so fast
Floodwaters built up and racing
Over the crest in sheets

Though the journey over the dam is rapid
It's not until the
Force of the flow has
Crashed
Against the bottom
That the power of the water is apparent
It is rage
It is turmoil
Wild, angry walls in an ever-flowing
Mountain of explosion
The place of impact is violent
Keeps pushing itself
High
Forward
Liquid fireworks

Soon after
The intensity bowls over
Folding in on itself
A more familiar rapid
Down to the turbulent white waters
They push in waves, continue on
Still racing but again I see a river

Where am I right now?
No longer at the crest or
Highly dramatic, explosive point of first contact
Am I in the immediate aftermath or
Have I moved into water that's more recognizable?
I can't see down past into the normal flow
So maybe that's my answer