Young Swimmer
Yesterday I found a worm in my apple.
Well, half a worm.
C’mon life, take the gloves off.
You’re better than that.
I like to think we’re still friends, though.
Well, at least there are no hard feelings on my part.
I don’t need blindness to open my eyes.
I never believed you need disadvantage or
disability to achieve enlightenment.
Stephen Hawkings got nuthin' on me.
Except, maybe a degree or two.
And some gills.
My feet still make that squishy, splashing sound,
at the beach, by the sea of poetry,
where I find myself.
So what if my fingers and toes are
without webbing,
So what if I still breathe air.
I will one day swim
with the Octopi and Mermaids.
I will one day rise to get my air.
This is the promise God made to me
the day I was born.
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