Swimming is feeling grace in water,
smoothly slipping thru light blue fluid,
propelled by kicking feet
and winged arms.
Measured breathing
in sync with rhythmic strokes,
swimming is a dance with slippery water,
my partner in physical exultation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this! I am on a swim team, and this reminds me of it. I love swimming, and it is hard to find poems like this one that does'nt talk about beaches, lakes, or ocens. haha, good job. Love it. :)