Least Favorite Lake

After wading through the impossibilities here I am, on land.
That shoulder-high muck was thick and alive.
Its debris is still stuck to my skin and hand-me-down clothing.
Sharp edges have left lesions of varying size along each limb.
But my feet are safely on solid ground.
It's difficult to feel pain or to mourn the lost time.
When my feet are safely on solid ground.
Thank you for helping my feet find solid ground.