digital art: ralph murre
Some Days You Just Swim
by Gillian Nevers
Slip
into the pool push off legs straight
toes
pointed. Glide. Slice water
with your right arm
then
your left. Kick. Repeat steady strokes
your
rhythm synchronized with the slightest churning
until there is nothing only a glimpse of green
feathered against the sky
with
each letting go of breath a web of light
wavering along the bottom.
Swim
until
words
strung
together like the coils of rope
that
mark the lane break
free trail
in
a burst of bubbles
~ first appeared in the WFOP Museletter
