To celebrate the cooler air in our house and the cool water of the pool, here's a swim poem:
Mom Watches Child Swimming
Can you be what I cannot?
Sinuous, flowing, far-reaching, fast.
A creature of water, exhaling silver circles,
Watching light bounce off your fingertips
As you extend from the shoulder,
Hips rolling, chin turning.
Your inhalation finds
Narrow channel of oxygen between
Body and wake.
Flexible feet beat in six-eight time
Through turquoise medium,
Splitting the atoms
So chlorine releases to air –
A jet trail of clear water marking your flight.