Off the Dock

When I was once pushed off the dock,
I actually could dive;
While wavering in readiness,
I was only half alive.

The water, when I over-balanced,
readily welcomed me,
and buoyed me up as I reached out,
the surface, then, to see.

When teetering, thinking what to do
to make a mark today,
reprove myself for bogging down,
as hours slip away,

You came along and touched my thoughts.
I disdained the ticking clock;
thanks, you piqued curiosity,
and pushed me off the dock.

When, on another day I stand,
held captive by the clock,
I hope a lively mind like yours
will tip me off the dock.