At first The words Were ants Easy to dismiss As they marched across the surface of my mind Dogma in every step I tried to cross over them Difficult …Swimming lessons
“Learn to swim
And no one has enough of either anymore
So we must learn to swim
Before we leave the shore”
Awesomely cool to say the least. Your words offer so much — they are something else. Verse is always at another level and so pleasing to mind & soul. Perhaps as in chess or classical/jazz/folk music, or art. I remain forever humble to your way with words: the poet’s way. StaySafe😷 Happy Sunday!