Standing at the water’s edge
Deciding the path to take
Searching the horizon for answers
The water beckons
Lapping lightly near my toes
Promising cleansing in its wake
People talk of immersion as taking the plunge
Letting the newness wash over you
Feeling the frigid sting at once
Some of us, though, prefer acclimation
That comes with each step
Until we’re ready to submerge
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