Glen Martin Fitch


Everyone's Favorite Sport - Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Though seldom warm,
more often bracing cold,
I soon adjust.
Uplifted, blissful, freed.
My skin feels numb.
Inhaling long
I hold my breath,
exhale, then pause,
once more proceed.
The surface ripples
as I stretch and turn.
I flex, relax, and
sense I my body glide.
I let my mind
drift off without concern.
Secure I close my eyes.
All fears subside. 
Invigorating and
restorative,
I sneak a dip in,
if the time is right.
But focused sessions
meet my need to live
a self-respectful life. 
And so each night I,
like a swimmer,
with a leap
dive deep in bed
for laps and laps
of luscious sleep.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013


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