the house is old and always in need of repairs.
the screen door needs replaced…
the window ledges need scraped and a new coat of paint.
with each ripple, the water issues an insistent invitation.
…and, with each step, fragments of clothing find new resting spots in the tall green grass…
the cool embrace welcomes me, one foot at a time…
i watch clouds of muddy magic drift up and around my legs…
i swim out…
out past the opacity and murkiness…
out past the playful and teasing weeds…
i swim out past the pier, the diving board…and the buoys…
…out to where the baby mergansers are taking their first lessons…
the bright sun seems to shed light on an awareness of our earthly, kindred connection…
we swim together, each of us shedding gingerly commissioned rhythms of confidence.
i laugh, child~like and unrestrained…
surrounded with and submerged in complete awe.
the chores will always be there…they can wait.
this is our day to bask in possibilities.
