Inhale deep, lean back
Lapping water clogs my ears
Lift legs from slippery lake floor
Father’s hands hover
a cradle beneath me
Enveloped in water
Tilt chin to blue sky
arms spreads wide, a water angel
“I won’t let you go.”
But
He does let me go
The buoyant force of water
Pushes against me
I do not sink
Amazing how they always say “I won’t let go” and do and we float. Your poem makes me wish I was out floating on a lake.