Walking on water

You would think a line

should be drawn,

if not in the sand

then somewhere on land;

somewhere other

than across the water,

as something else

than a wave-borne miracle.

Yet that is what we seem to see:

a line made in the sea,

as the upright figure

moves across the bay,

erect, and with nothing to hand

save a paddle,

propelling him forward.

He moves at speed

with only slightest motion.

No hint of nerve,

or even emotion,

in purposeful pursuit

of a line-drawn destination

there on the farther side

of the rocky headland.

You will watch,

and he will reach,

his target: the end of the line.

You stand still, spellbound,

and marvel at this miracle,

or mere mirage,

walking so surely on the water.