Up to my knees
in cold creek water
is where my journey
and my faith end.
No prayers begin.
No hymns. I know
wading in further
would be foolish.
Swimming is a trick
I never learned.
The same with
holding my breath.
Saturday night
or Sunday morning
despite years of practice
I struggle to float.
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