Ten Laps

red and green lily pads focus photography

Behind the tower of folded towels, I step from a monogrammed robe.
Midnight.
The water is life and in the air I drown. 

Wet-breath vapors whisper vague: 
I am the respite.
Vast, empty, immensity
swells, azure blue
cool the storm
soothe, sate
as the distance
spits, sprays
against the flow I splash —
and splash 
and splash 
and splash.

Turbulence, friction high, 
staccato bleats, relentless cry:
one
after
the
other
learn
how
to
swim.
Can you hear it?

The bantered ideology, reactionary calls, the cadence of coherence that
No.
One.
Wins.

The noisy show-me.

Droning, drowning rhetoric insistent to reduce, each plateau necessity, revolution we choose; holding pattern, yes.

Like silence underwater
in the bubble it is still
haven’t gotten anywhere
don’t know where we’ve gone.

I suck the air between my teeth and float.
~

Copyright © Kelly Huntson and kellyhuntson.com  All rights reserved.

Rise above.
Float like a lily, bloom as human.

*originally published March, 2019

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