Sometimes I walk on water.
Not high above it all-
Just right there at surface level.
Not deep enough to drown.
Not deep enough to swim.
Not high enough to fear falling in.
Sometimes I walk on water
And watch schools of fish
Playfully chase one another,
Not noticing me.
I feel curious sharks graze my feet,
Confused as to why they can’t reach their meal.
Some follow for hours,
Waiting for a taste
They won’t get-
Because right now,
I’m walking on water.
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 12:40 PM UTC
Sometimes I walk on water.
Not high above it all-
Just right there at surface level.
Not deep enough to drown.
Not deep enough to swim.
Not high enough to fear falling in.
Sometimes I walk on water
And watch schools of fish
Playfully chase one another,
Not noticing me.
I feel curious sharks graze my feet,
Confused as to why they can’t reach their meal.
Some follow for hours,
Waiting for a taste
They won’t get-
Because right now,
I’m walking on water.
Sometimes I do this for hours, getting lost along the way
A woman pacing over the ocean, through the fog of a lonely day
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