Swimming in the Rain
Sept 14 2014


Swimming in the rain
on a summer day.
Laden clouds, in a blue-rinse sky.
Sudden light
cleansed of all impurities.

The sizzling sound of rain
on a windless lake,
and an inch from my eyes
pin-cushion drops,
circles merging, cancelling out.

Hard weather, extinguished

by simply dropping my head,

a submarine world

that’s sublimely still.

Boundaries grow soft
in summer rain,

categories less certain.

Where water and air, dry and wet

seamlessly merge.
Where I could easily forget
to surface, take breath,
which direction

to shore.

The blurred line
where land and lake intersect,

rising and falling

with reassuring steadiness.

Like a beating heart,

the lake

its brooding body.

Where I emerge

from water into water

warm, and wet, and slick.
An amphibious creature

breathing through its skin.