Learning to Swim

The dead float.

Like delicate leaves

blown down from the trees surrounding the water.

I try to escape but, my head keeps getting sucked under.

The dead float.

Like clueless insects

who were just trying to get a sip of water.

I paddle frantically; if I stop I'll sink to the bottom.

The dead float.

They rise to the top

without any worries weighing them down.

I keep splashing, scared that if I stop moving I might drown.

Source of picture: http://www.jocelyncatterson.com/Big-Sky-I (image 7)