Hello ancient friend.
How did you find yourself walking
down a path so cultured
and pristine?
Did you tire of the fresh water
and come to play
in this salty spring?
I too came for a dance;
not a waltz,
nor a tango,
no, a dance with the world;
a dance with our creator.
The sort where one floats
instead of fighting
in the breaks.
A dance to relinquish control.
A moment to let
my palms linger
atop the bubbles
and rest between the waves.
