I saw a girl by the lake,
running towards the water,
legs lifted high as she
strutting out deeper,
splashing in the surf
until it's time to dive.
Underwater blue, holding
the air in her lungs,
knowing no boundaries,
no regrets this day
none that would surface,
in her wounded smile.
Her hips move
in rhythmic waves
front to back under the edge
of descending waters where
the currents are colder
and her day turns into night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem