Swimming on a Lake in 1955
Never one
for speed, I swim across the lake
Slowly and
full of heavy dreams, assuming
Somewhere
at the back of my mind that a boat
Is
following, and so stroke after stroke I swim
In the hot
summer afternoon, time
Languid, and
then I feel and smell the slime
Over the
other shore, my feet entwine
In the
weeds, only then noticing no one
At my back.
The further shore is dense with bush,
So I turn
back again to the lake and begin
Slowly my
languid strokes, my dreams no longer dull
But alert
to how far the journey is, how soon
The sun
will be in decline, and wishing then
I would be
one for speed. My feet do not reach
The mud and
slimy weeds. My arms reach out
For the
distant shore all too slowly and make
A signal to
the unseen boat, the sleepy rower
Who must be
somewhere floating on the lake.
Shadows
begin to float past me heavily,
The horizon
a silhouette of darkening hills,
As stroke
by stroke I cross the water, no
Longer
silent but heavy splashing, myself
A shadow of
darkness creeping through the night.
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