The Return

The sharp scent of chlorine winds its way to my nostril.
It’s not a gentle greeting, nothing here is.
No.

But, I know this choreography well
the scent is my first eight counts
I slide in between the lane markers and push off
a little jerky at first, then before long my swag is back:
I slice the water, washing away all thought.

In the silence of the rhythm, I find myself,
confidently charging towards the finish line,
chin tucked,
legs powerful behind me,
sturdy arms  paddling forward

And in the movement, gliding through the light blue ripples,
I
Find
Myself
Again.

 

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