They call it falling in love.
It is more like rising.
Swimming upwards-arms and legs making powerful slices through water.
Energy directed towards the surface, where I see my birth rights-
Sunshine and Air.
Linger in these gentle currents and side stroke comfortably.
It is my way.
False moves blocked.
Eyes. On. The. Prize.
Benevolence bathes me on all sides.
I swim towards the promise made when I left my mother’s womb 42 years ago.
The water offers up no resistance.