The 42nd July

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. 

Temptation arises.  

Still underwater…..

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.

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