Day 24: Swimming

Floating in imaginary waters.  The lagoon in Akumal.  The pools from my childhood.  A bath?  No....  It doesn’t matter.  What matters is feeling space beyond head, beyond fingers, toes.  And being held by warm atoms. 

Outside thunder crashes and the rains surge.  It is a nestling.  A forest of water.  My feet swim in the air.

The full day of rain leaves such a lushness in its wake.  Reminiscent of Costa Rica in summer–bird calls and yellow.  Behind a wash of grey, colors pop.  I swim in a cool quiet and inhale soothing wetness.  Though the tree in the corner of the yard remains dead. Naked branches among full green.