Open Water

My feet reached water’s edge
Before the sun did
The air holding the coolness of night
and the water lifting steam into the sky
slipping beneath the surface
felt like the slow sinking into sleep
even as my arms curved to move
using the wall of water to push forward
The memory of that water lightening
streaking with pinks and lighter blues
until it hit a buttery tone
as the sun finally crawled above the treetops
And I felt I was swimming
through the sunrise skies
riding above the trees and the town
seeing that steeple
shining silver
on the next hillside

My body seeks a return
to those waters
and those sunrise swims
even as the distance and years
widen the spaces between

Nostalgia
hangs heavy like a homesickness
culling memories
until only the joys remain ~ Caroline A. Slee

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