At The Edge Of The Pool

By Justine C. Tajonera

My little swimmer
stands at the edge
of the pool.
He asks me to
move away,
sure in himself,
sure that he can
jump on his own.

My heart skips
a beat.
How can he be
so sure,
even as I stand
a little further
away?

I am a fallible
net,
inconstant, easily hurt,
a mixed bag
of emotions.
I am no
rock.

But his face
is full of light,
absolutely certain
of the comfort
of my arms,
whether I am near
or far.

I stand in
awe.

(Dec. 13, 2009)

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