skipping
the creeks
and
the water holes
never occurred to me
I fall, roll, drown, and sit
****, in the murky
stream, the rocks
smooth but smelly
the color of ****
rocks - my world
dive down
I am glad I cannot
swim
I never learned how
to keep myself
afloat
but at least
I see
what is really
going
on, on the
bottom,
sea bed
and let me
tell
you, baby
it is
a blue
world