where there’s a mountain
to ascend … it’s backwards I take
I float
the water in lead weights
and never take the traditional route

for me
… I take
feet first!

Blah dee, blah da
skippin along
mussel bound rocks
nudied feet
there’s
no soft, sandal-riders for me
why … too easy!

me thinks I came out
feet first!
... and
as life takes its stroll
I refuse to be untrue
to beliefs
though it’s tough
in hard times
and
through it all

I remain true to form
... of course