Everyday I oscillate between
stupid, silly, sane
I feel inadequate and grapple with the strain
I put it on my calves and nose and knees and lips
and then a laugh gets stirred and rises from my hips
and then I feel real silly that I ever felt the way I did
And silly always makes my face twist in a sideways grin
and that’s how I arrive at sane and remember how it’s been
to be a swimmer in the sea when you’ve found your fins