The river pulls backwards and frontwards and sidewards
It pulls all that’s inwards, outwards from the soul
You steady in eddies that run though the filter
Of rough river silt, purge the dirt ‘till you’re whole.

This picture reminds me so much of the summer camping holidays that my family used to take when I was a child. Though it was never an otter in the water, mostly it was driftwood - but sometimes if we were lucky it would be a turtle or a platypus.