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There was a time when I could dance on the crust of newly fallen snow,
Step across sand without leaving a mark,
I could walk on water without getting wet.
But little I knew what perilous ground I walked on.
When someone kindly pointed out that such things could not be done,
I fell though the crust,
Left my mark on the sand,
Was doused in the water.
I choose my footing with care now,
My feet move from haven to safe haven.
They tread on stones across the water,
For the water in now to be feared, even when I walked across it once without fear.
The snow is defaced, such weight as mine is too much for it.
And the sand, which used to grant me secret passage, shows my path before the world.
J. M. A.
August 11, 2005