Harbor From Life
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| Gulls Following Ferry, For Bread, on Bosphorous |
Remember! Breathe!
Glide with your body
feel the ease.
Balance, blend
amid the flow.
Feet will propel you
as you go.
One arm, next,
as smooth as cream.
Your mind not thinking,
Up and down,
with dolphin soar.
My heart truly sings,
swimming more.
Orange, yellow,
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| Shore Off Connemarra, Ireland |
Buoyant reminders,
not to stray.
Control tower,
with watchful eyes.
Scoping the jets,
Sweep, dive.
You push, shove,
You plunge once more.
Feeling the impulse,
“Come ashore!”
Off to the shower,
a dripping fish.
Leaving the water,
One last wish.
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| Mary Jean on Dock (Brevort Lake, Michigan) |
You survive,
close by a dock.
Only the water,
stops the clock.
Safe shelter.
Peaceful release.
Your harbor from life,
Secure peace.
I wrote this poem how peaceful it feels when I swim. I go to the YMCA and get in the chlorinated water and swim, back and forth. But, as soon as I am immersed in the water, I feel at home.
My favorite childhood memories are of being by or in the water. Down at the marina by the docks, at the Mill Slip across the bay in Lake Huron, or at the beach (the Sand Dunes) on Lake Michigan. Being able to be in the water and swim is the closest thing I can think of, that feels like I'm flying.
My favorite childhood memories are of being by or in the water. Down at the marina by the docks, at the Mill Slip across the bay in Lake Huron, or at the beach (the Sand Dunes) on Lake Michigan. Being able to be in the water and swim is the closest thing I can think of, that feels like I'm flying.
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| Lake Michigan Shore in July The "Sand Dunes" |
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