Island-hopper have I been
hopping from island to island
trading one island for another
trading one certainty for another
my body tight on the grasping
amidst the universal carousel
because it feels oh so safe
so cozy
to keep dry and to stay dry
and because it looks like so many others
struggle to swim lest they drown.
avoidant of swimming
afraid of the struggle
I struggle to keep my feet dry.
and dare not learn to swim.
until now.
I wish no more to grapple
from one happenstance rock to the next
the ocean is vast and therein lies
the freedom my soul yearns to taste.
only swimming
can one learn to swim.
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