The Reunion: Swimming Poem by dark queen

The Reunion: Swimming



To save yourself, think of your swimming body as the straightest line you can
Imagine.
Amid this sway of circles make each motion perfect: blend your fingers into a fin,
Stretch your legs into long pink roads.
At first you'll find yourself climbing waves like endless stairways, gulping water bitter as history.
But think of your body
As something in flight-an arrow, perhaps. Soon you'll forget that you're swimming at all; you'll
Inhale normally as when you lie sleeping on your side, the puppet strings of dreams tugging at
Your wrists.
You tell yourself you'll know the shore instantly by the smooth touch of sand, the weeds
Wrapping around your fingers like lost pet snakes, green rings.
But somehow the land keeps its distance from you, drawing away, a wave moving backwards.
This small lake widens
And widens like a mouth that has forgotten how to close.
You begin to believe water is nothing more than a thick, heavy air we humans
Must learn how to breathe
You look again toward shore.
See the one small tree on the sandy beach, the bony arm waving, and the flag of a continent you will
Always see just ahead of you but never visit.

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dark queen

dark queen

St. Petersburg, Russia
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