May 1, 2020
Photo by Jane Paradise
I Used to Hate Treading Water
A Poem by Tim Bosworth
I used hate treading water.
Working to stay in one place and not drown.
Never going anywhere, never making any progress.
Maybe I wasn’t a good enough swimmer.
Today I feel pretty good sitting up over our parking lot.
Looking out over everybody’s comings and goings.
Traveling in my mind,
Getting coffee when I want.
Maybe it was being in water that was the problem.