The swimmer

In a state of transition, feet no more on the ground,
hands not yet in the water, the swimmer,
took a giant stride in the void, free of gravity,
the sand rose up under him. He glided
weightless, in an ecstasy of moving
meditation, slicing a silent trail
through whatever blue patch, amidst smell

of salt and sea weeds, corals ,octopi, fish,
marveling that such strange sanctuary ,exists
here, all the time, in the planet's
blue heart, just under the surface,
where breathing became surreal.
Groping for something solid, he felt
there was nothing there. Despite

the exhilaration of disorientation, he
now felt the constant proximity
to real terror. He realized truth
is known only through deep diving
within oneself, finding the hidden rocks
and smoothing them to sand. He moved out
of water like a creature in an act of evolution.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2021-02-18 at 07:21

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
As a less than fluid swimmer with a quiet fear of water this rings especially true for me. The last three lines of stanza three are very compelling.