A metaphor

I stood on the bank of a river,

stuck in a toe and felt

invigorated, refreshed, yet chilled to the bone.

And looking over the waves, I perceived

swimmers in the torrent.

Some struggled, nearly sinking,

others floated, eyes glowing,

buoyed up by the icy flow.

I had thought I could swim;

now, I do not know.

But I long, I long

to the core of my soul,

to join those who float,

to float to the sea,

and see what becomes of me.