I've been wading....
britches pulled up passed my knees,
toes bristling in ice cold water...
the waves
slapping me
silly,
stupid,
straight again...
I'm not drowning yet...
but I've wandered further....
knee high,
neck high,
way over my head...
Sometimes when I look back,
I can't see shore....
God,
don't let me tire of treading water....
