Slowly Enough

The first swim of the summer is always the sweetest integration. 

All the grief and longing of the winter. The shifted perspectives of the spring. Suddenly and yet slowly enough for me to realize, submerged and still in the water, my body finds itself being held. Floating and buoyant. 

And so surrender. Then release. A final surveying of what remains.

This is always when I tilt my head up and let my face warm all over. 

There’s something about being bathed in water and light at the same time. It’s comforting that there can be magnificent light and murky depth and then there’s me. Floating in the vastness between it all. Feeling all of it.