early morning and late night swims

naked as we were

seam this week

and its shackling might.

out there, it’s just me, in the water,

with blue skies up above,

a brisk breeze hushing about,

and only little pangs

of momentary joy 

passing by. 

someone shook the box a bit too eagerly these days

and luckily, I made it out

and straight into the lake.

and there you will find me,

again and again,

when the road seems long and winding;

near the lake, it’s where the horizon clears up,

farther away than any city space can offer,

reminding gently that this,

this too shall pass.

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