Dipped under the current smoothed pebbles mud-slide down the creak's entryway into the lake. Depositing into the soil only to be tussled about by our waves. We swim vigorously reaching for stability breathing deeply, accepting black dirt filling our mouth and claiming our lungs. Striking against my body was a warrior in pain. As if healing only meant pushing others far away. Floating down the stream of confounding affection, tree branches, and silt barricade the movement of my recollection, of the pebble to the lake, how far we've swum without claiming our state. Looking the other way, we allowed it. Further and further out, knowing we could only swim so far, we kept our hearts under t h e surface. And our thoughts stranded at bay.