Peter walking on the water for a few seconds
and struggled to get out while sinking into the water.
So far I have walked well and staggered across this wild river.
If I knew earlier that I was walking on the water,
I would have become shark’s decent dinner
after being thrust into the ocean.
I realize I’ve been walking on the water
for decades of perilous life; now
I am able to look down at the rolling water.
As if a rock is propping up under my feet,
as if I have small wings on my shoulders,
I walk majestically.
I could dance as well.