I’m at the edge of the pool’s deep end.
All the fine swimmers beckoning, “Jump in, you’ll float! Water’s great!”
But I stand there motionless, books in hand, researching;
Will I drown? Why should I jump? When do I get good? What does it taste like? Why is it blue?
The swimmers make it look easy. The swimmers wrote the material I now research. The material I use to anchor myself to safety. They beckon once more.
I tell them, “When I have enough information I’ll come in!”
They return, “Jump in, and you’ll learn!”
Today, I remain on the concrete edge, with a decision to make.
And soon, my frustration at the edge will outweigh my fear of the water.
-Ken