A Poem a Day (528): Floating

  
Floating
 
Sink or swim,
he moves in his true
direction, unwavering,
straight as a die.
 
In the water,
he’s an even arrow,
unyielding, his will
cannot bend.
 
Out of water,
he is limited by
the still numbness
in his limbs.
 
But here, floating,
he knows true grace,
and his body refuses to
let him down.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 2, 2022