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.
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