April 11: Treading

by allisonkujiraoka

On land I tread lightly

As the footprint is all

The measure of impression

and might

and cost.

Then there’s the acrobatic feat I do

to fool all of you.

In a place underneath

where no one can see

I keep my head above water:

legs kick in a ceaseless scissor,

arms flap with palms outstretched.

And yet the placid surface prevails.

I bob ever so slightly,

and breathe evenly,

and face the oncoming wave.