The shimmering stride of wave kept her afloat.
Dunking her head repeatedly, to keep that cool wet feeling through her skin and muscles.
The awful advert on the low flying plane, she ignored.
She knew how to ignore just about anything.
Sometimes she ignores too much.
She felt down her arms, tanning rapid by the minute.
Most people needed a summer, but like most else,
she licked it in a few hours flat.
Legs up and swirling through the waters, sunny-
she swam horizontal and could live in here forever.
Land, it seemed, was really overrated.
Why do we punish ourselves with the sameness we create
(or think we do)
?
The same rooms, the same inane roadblocks,
the same limitation in people who cannot even begin to figure out
their own strategical de-plan.  This moment
lasts forever.  Water around her, nothing in her "usual" life
here.  But here, she was more in the centre of things
than most else.  All of a sudden, she felt things she should have,
or at least things, moments, experiences, doings that would add
even more to this singular start to a feeling.
What was stopping us exactly.
She went back in, after the last big wave, only-
only because she felt she should.
No more of that reasoning. Even if you take it apart
one -by- one
it will come loose and let you slide on up, one way or another.

Nobody said one fell swoop was necessary,
to be in newness and surrounding the world on all sides.
Baby steps, like sinking into the sand,
lapping frosty wave tips between your thighs from the ocean.
Hurts, don't it. Then once you're in,
feels as good as you thought it should. And that light, behind
the shadow's corner that you don't normally see,
with tired, reacting eyes.
The eyes that see straight ahead,
looking with expectation and extended hand
to the horizon bending backwards just to suit you.
When you remember to show up, as you are.

M.Lucia