top of the tip top

I've been on the tip top of my very tiniest toe trying to hang on to the rail on a wild bus ride, with a purse, a phone, a book, and three bags filled with who knows what, trying to stand and not land in some stranger's lap or hit the small kid next to me with the edge of my bag. My toes are tired and so am I.

I will spend the rest of the summer on my knees.

Oh Lord, it is my prayer. I am ready to fall into your hands.