Either Way

sometimes I wish to confess

sometimes I might succumb

sometimes I am too small

I swim in my self-made lake of aspirations

short of respiration, buoyed by inspirations

all of it, everything, lapping

at an edge I might not reach

I lack

I swim

without my glasses 

I'm nearsighted

Ravenna Taylor, "Either Way," 2012, oil on linen over wood, 5 x 7 inches