surface tension:

is an act i’m used to.
it stretches, with each step, never
accepts to swallow my feet despite
my desperation.

i’ve struggled
so many times
to go beyond my breath; beyond atlantis:
watch a land fall
beneath the underwater
and take my body with him.

but,

it stretches its skin,
lets my feet build a path, like chakra
builds on one
who never knew she could
walk on water.