i slip into
the embrace
of the sea,
this morning
and it,
welcomes me.
the salt,
carresses my skin
and the cool water,
captures my mind
i swim out,
past the breakline
and into the green
who knows,
what swims beneath....
when i dive
i see nothing,
but seaweed
yet there is,
a whole world
down there...
watching,
as i stroke,
my way back and forth across the cove...
the worries of the landlocked cease,
and i am...
at one...
with the rythm...
of my body,
as the water,
slides,
past each and every,
skincell,
it is like...
weaving liquid silk,
into the weft,
of my tattered soul ...
and in doing so,
renewing vigour
and purpose.
the sun rises,
and the surfers come...
at last i am done....
and leave the water,
slipping quietly
back on to the sand...
and back into the less fluid
being of me....
patched....and embroidered
ready .....for another day
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
i slip into
the embrace
of the sea,
this morning
and it,
welcomes me.
the salt,
carresses my skin
and the cool water,
captures my mind
i swim out,
past the breakline
and into the green
who knows,
what swims beneath....
when i dive
i see nothing,
but seaweed
yet there is,
a whole world
down there...
watching,
as i stroke,
my way back and forth across the cove...
the worries of the landlocked cease,
and i am...
at one...
with the rythm...
of my body,
as the water,
slides,
past each and every,
skincell,
it is like...
weaving liquid silk,
into the weft,
of my tattered soul ...
and in doing so,
renewing vigour
and purpose.
the sun rises,
and the surfers come...
at last i am done....
and leave the water,
slipping quietly
back on to the sand...
and back into the less fluid
being of me....
patched....and embroidered
ready .....for another day
i swim most mornings at dawn break.....sometimes
i beat the surfers ....to the fresh water....
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