
we tread between the lines
softly tilting the boat this way and that
siphoning in increments of water
that lick at our toes...
reminding us of who we once were
behind us is the island we came from
ahead the sun sets on our new found wisdom
secrets slip lick sea lice between our toes
nudging at the what was...
wonderment of whats to come
if not you
then what?
I have to admit I feel a little stranded
I lied when I said I knew the way
now I'm caught with thoughts of capsizing!
if I just fessed up you would probably
drop your unease like an anchor
and we would start to sing again
but instead my sideways glances
puzzle you into unrest
and as our boat precariously shifts from side to side
we dare not ask who will jump first