Ten Laps

red and green lily pads focus photography

Behind the tower of folded towels,
I step from a monogrammed robe. 
Midnight. 
The water is life and in the air I drown. 

Wet-breath vapors whisper vague: 
I am the respite.
Vast, empty immensity, swells, azure blue, cool the storm, soothe, sate,
as the distance spits, sprays,
against the flow I splash—
and splash 
and splash 
and splash.

With turbulence, friction high,
staccato bleats, relentless cry:
one
after
the
other
learn
how
to
swim.

Can you hear it?

The bantered ideology, reactionary calls,
the cadence of coherence that
no. 
one. 
wins.

The noisy show-me.

The droning, drowning rhetoric insistent to reduce.

Each plateau a necessity,
a revolution we choose;
a holding pattern. 

Yes. 

Like silence underwater,
in the bubble it is still—
haven’t gotten anywhere.
Don’t know where I’ve gone.

I suck the air between my teeth
and float.

~

Rise above.

Float like a lily—bloom—as human.

Much love to you~

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5 thoughts on “Ten Laps

  1. I so enjoyed this, Kelly

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