summer swims

I’ve noticed a tendency lately

to grow a little wimpy at things lacking

the perfect kind of circumstance.

ever since these mornings swims in Sweden

made me feel first cold

and hesitant to go in,

then hot and not wanting to leave,

and alive and well throughout the day,

I’ve made a promise to go with it,

into its flow

and trust that I belong

right in the middle of it.

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