Surface Tension

Skimming out across the surface,
Leaving it unmarked, unchanging.
Letting time slip right by, floating
On the surface as my steps can
Only dent the meniscus of
Every moment like that summer
Insect, skittish on the water.

Neither breaks the surface, diving
Into the teeming underneath
Where deeper worlds await us.
And, without the grace of wings, we
Cannot soar from leaf to flower,
Nor up towards the moon and starlight.
Trapped below and trapped above, we
Stay between, never belonging.