Swimming fast as pulse quickens
Slow down...Calm DownWhen fear enters mind.
Trees dance in the wind.
Grackles claim their place
on the wall--a place to rest.
Do I hear music far across the lake?
the band plays as nite falls.
Children laugh, a toddler falls;
a pause, then the screams.
The child turns to its mother.
Water wets, earth is solid,
each in its place,
like the front and back foot in walking.
Mercifully the sun sets
and the color of day softens.
Families drift away.
Swimmers stream along as
the water sounds.
Stroke, stroke, in breath & out breath
float—effortless—
no holding on, set free.
—Betty Gross
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