Floating

I didn't fall in love; I waded into it,

saw it ahead of me and dipped my toes into the glimmering blue,

tested the waters, found them fine, and called for you to join me.

You dove right in before I even realized.

I can't call it falling, can't cite that kind of uncertainty;

there was never any question of would you catch me

or would I drown, no,

you were right there with me—are right here with me

floating blissfully along, and I swear, I would find

I could breathe underwater

before you would ever let me struggle with the current on my own.