Invited by clear blue water,
I dive in the pool.
Age slips away,
and I am 10 again.
“Take your mark!”
With goggles suctioned to my face,
freestyle feels as natural as walking.
But backstroke feels even better
because looking up at the wispy clouds on blue sky
and gazing up at gigantic oaks and tulip poplars
I am a swimmer.
My body rhythmically pulls the water.
I kick with joy.
I am free.