Swimmer’s feet kick off from
rock’s end into new shallows
in-between of suspension
heart buoyed up by succession
of events as lived in our 30s
a new clarity happens
with each turn of calendar,
as with erosion, distillation,
settling of silt onto river
beds and ocean floors
I wade with purpose until
I can only float
Swimmer’s body leans into water
lies down onto horizon
to glimpse the depths of fish
mabel lee 