I ‘ve learnt to walk on water:
ripples like electricity,
the bounce at the ball of my feet.
I have worked on this several hours
after everyone’s asleep.
On calm moonless nights I walk on the sea
as you restlessly toss in the bed.
There are several ways to spend a sleepless night.
(Helping my mother-in-law get some sleep every night is close to miracle. She panics as the evening advances, deserts of empty hours spread before her. I sit beside her, hold her hand and gently press it till she slips into shallow valleys of sleep. Walking on water in comparison appears an easier feat, I have quite mastered it.)
Big Tent Poetry