Pool

by Liane Ellison Norman    /  December 17, 2010  / No comments




I’m swimming laps,
water around me silver

as meteor showers
in a dark night.

My arms draw strong
against water’s pull.

I am a foreign body
breaking the surface,

slicing along, head
flicking to the side

for breath and the water
lets me slide through

its cool mystery.
When I’m out, dazed

a little, it will settle back
like secret blue silk.

Liane Ellison Norman is a member of the Madwomen in the Attic workshop. Read more about Norman and the workshop here.

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