Swimming, an exercise from here
to there. Choppy waters wish
to take a soul floating onward
to a place where her footing is found.
Arms paddle and legs churn,
aches and fatigue become
the lead that muscles despise.
No bottom and endless water
ahead. Being awash upon
the sands that time has numbered.
Shallow returns and toes drag.
Standing on the sandbar you ponder.
Does the journey continue,
after the promise of home calls you?
© JPW 2013
It used to continue when I was 25. However, the leaded feeling starts before I get 10 feet from shore nowadays. " Arms and legs become the lead..." That's great imagery. Thanks,
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Thanks for the comment, Mark!
DeleteJoseph, beautiful image of swimming.
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That is kind of you to say, Pamela. I am enjoying your offerings as well!
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