float
some days I still sink fast
let all the air out of my lunch
and find comfort at the bottom
at least it’s solid ground
and I know if I lay my back down
that’s the lowest I’ll ever be
other days my legs ache
swirling to stay afloat
I spin in circles in constant motion
I’m flying, hovering at the surface
and I dare not stop for fear
my head might dip below the horizon
but I long for the day that I don’t sink or swim
I just float
still on my back and still at the surface
still
the sun warms my face while my feet cool at the water’s touch
and I am calm
steady in the median.