Everyone seemed to know how

to dance along the surface

with grace and decorum.

I move now through water

leaving a minimal wake

to mark my passage.

The water gliders slide by

unimpeded; I’m not enough

to disturb the tensile strength

of their static universe.

What music I hear resonates

a dissonance in distant

storm surges far from shore,

where I am without consequence.

(June 1, 2018)