I felt each flat lick of water, rhythm uneven here
is comforting, it lulls, conjures. They were cutting grass along the perimeters of the pool.
Head above, i smelt freshly cut green, as all my limbs worked with water.
Amidst such manmade confinement, containment,
peace could prevail.
Underneath, above and outside remain a changing frisson;
I could try to see beyond the surface, but it dazzles too much.
But under at least, my head makes sense of itself.
As if water supports what air only confuses.
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I go for a few more laps.
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