I love to swim.
It’s an experience every time,
Every single part,
From the first toe in
To the dramatic mermaid, ascension
Back onto land.
I feel drenched in joy.
Slick with peace,
Or at least the possibility always present.
The lavish liquid is exceptional
At revealing the location of my attention
With every arm rotation.
I regress and mature.
My brain is washed,
And curiosity drips in.
Sometimes I get stuck in a spin cycle.
A flip turn straightens my thoughts out,
And The gushing current created
Anchors my awareness to my skin, again.
That’s where she wants me,
and she’s patient when I flounder.
I like the gentle wrestle
In the jello mold of molecules.
I dip my fingers in,
She pushes back.
I drag my body through,
she splashes back.
Clearly we like each other.
Something about the friction
Adds a little fire.
I trust that if I stop,
She will hold, and drift me slowly.
Our date always ends
With a tea party at the depths
And bubbles rising.
My favorite,
Gazing up from within the water
To see her ripples and true colors.
It’s intimate.
I brought her all of me;
She lets me see what's beneath her surface.
She keeps me moist
As I find my feet in the other world.
I squeeze my hair
And she trickles a goodbye.
She trusts I’ll be back
To play.
Because she knows I want to be
with those I love.