Staring up at Mother and Father; numb in awe

of their profound knowledge and

wisdom. But, as the gap between

childhood

and maturity

shrinks to where we can plainly see the coast

amidst the waves and fog, we realize

the abyss was only an ankle deep puddle and say,

well,

what the

 

f***

do I do

now?

Lifting your head to your

surroundings, same as before, but as you

lower

your sight to your feet

still in the puddle, you notice how

beautiful

the ripples look over your

submerged toes

and how the rays of light

swim across

the tops of your feet

like small fish. A leaf floats

by, and you don’t wonder

how it got there

or

what its chemical make up is,

but just that it exists

there

and it’s

fine.