Sunset Swimby John GreyI swim, especially late afternoon when light changes position so quickly, it’s like it’s paddling beside me. My arms, lungs, feet, contrive to be the extent of me. Give me a sense of partial weightlessness and I’ll take it. I can be that light skimming the surface. I can be the sound of splash and breath, without the drag of bone and muscle. I’m leaves floating, wood-ducks nibbling, shadows lengthening. The sun marks off another day leaves me steady in dark waters, timeless on this watery platform for having missed the train of night. © 2005 by John Grey. All rights reserved. |