Drops of water splash up,
Dampen my face
As my bare feet strike the surface of the river
Heel first followed by the front pad
Bending
my toes thrust bearing me a little further
Down the cold river
As I march to the ocean.
It’s said.
My arrogant faith carries me
across these cold rushing waters of life
But honestly,
The thought of drowning with each step
Keeps me above;
For I cannot swim
Smyon-Pa 