if I wade across the water

 

I have always loved swimming in rural-kentucky rivers, stream, lakes and ponds.  As a youth, I was fearless.  I knew that there could be things in the water: gar, cotton mouths, bacteria, garbage.  Sometimes you could see through the water, other times it was a murky mystery.  But the peace of being so involved with nature made it all worth it.  Now, as an adult, my fear has control.  I am too cautious.  I know what is exactly in the water and I am afraid to come in contact with it.  I want to find that innocent joy again.