Swim

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Working through the  227 Rules For Monks.

Who knew the simple life could be so complex.

Swim

it’s not that I can’t swim

I don’t trust the water

what lies underneath it

in the silt that I can’t see

until my foot feels it

even in a swimming pool

I cringe at the thought 

of all those other bodies

of those pieces of broke glass

invisible in the reflected light

 

assured the water is safe

the lake is pure

the seaweed is harmless

the chlorine protects me

none of which adds to my comfort

the bathtub is deep enough for me

sure I know

people drown in the tub

 

I minimize my risks

yes I can swim

I don’t go the the beach

I don’t sit by the side of the pool

I won’t expose my skin

to the sun

for longer than necessary

and never for pleasure

I won’t even wade

with bottoms of my trousers rolled

 

it’s not that I can’t swim

I’m not in love

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