when she first discovered water
she did not go in.
she stood hypnotized. it was too wonderful.
she was, like the lot of us,
gripped by a fear of drowning,
arrested by the vastness and the gleaming.
to discover beauty is to discover
the heaviness of self and the terror
of irreversible sinking.
but look at her now, floating expertly on her back,
swaying with the waves
in her hair,
glistening like a fish,
all serene smiles and joy
and relaxed muscles.
weightless.
she has not mastered water.
she has mastered herself –
(the high art of belonging)
and now water buoys her,
offers her up to the sun
cupful by cupful by cupful.
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