Sunday, April 04, 2004

This is the first swim of the summer that
is swishing its cotton skirts closer to underthetree.

This is the first practiced
pull of t-shirt over head, gliding
easily over swimsuit already on and
hair already smoothed for the first crisp
snap of swim cap. Changing-room chatter
-richly elitely clubgoing english-
as we wait for the first
gurgle of shower, first gasps of
an icy waterfall’s sudden deluge.

This is the first clean cleaving of the water, refound
grace of streamlined body shooting
across metres; This is
the first floating on my back, hearing
my amplified breath, watching the fuzzy outlines
of the pretty latticed wood cover; blued
by goggles.

This is
the first mango bug, stumping
its grey squishiness along on
waving little legs on the
way back. This is the
first heavy satiation of the limbs, the
contentment of chlorine lips and
wrinkly toes, of flipflops that
thud with water and hair that curls
wetly against languid skin.


summer days

Mina at 1:31 PM

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