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.