COLD
And my hand lunged out
reaching for a surface to grab
My head emerged quickly once it did
The air forced its way back into my lungs with a quite violent gasp
My heart suddenly aware, as if not before, of its relationship to adrenaline
Winter day Y2K and 1
I was daring the ice to support me
(I was daring everyone and everything to do so)
when the footing gave way beneath
Was I...
☒ suicidal?
☒ bored?
☒ having faith enough to believe I could walk on water?
☑ age twenty-one?
My eyes beheld the surface about
It was the same as a moment before when I dropped
But I was not
and so it looked a little different
I do not advocate such a radical communion with the elements as this
for anyone else
This was my foolishness (the understated kind) to bear
Nor do I deny what almost happened
and what did happen
I went out to the dock really just seeking a reed shaking in the breeze
I came out with an instant baptism-resurrection cocktail
I crawled off the dock
I returned to the earth
Gradually relearning breath and footsteps, all the way to the hot shower several yards in the distance
myself and the ground I was to walk thereafter with a new understanding
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