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By Melissa Young

today at the pool,

there was the woman
who slipped into the water
and easily outpaced me,
her practiced strokes
consistently beautiful,
her flip turns,
disciplined art

there was the woman
who limped slow toward the edge,
asking me about the water,
who gingerly climbed down the ladder,
laughing at my estimation of cold,
whose heaviness dissolved
as she swam away

there were pods of lanky limbs,
splashy laughter,
the electro thrum of the loudspeakers,
the smell of rain, chlorine, popcorn

there was the sun
randomly sparkling
in playful bursts
from a sky mostly covered
in hovering gray

there was me,
feeling the primal pleasure
of buoyancy
glide
resistance
drag
movement
stillness
breath

treading in consideration
that the only evidence
I might need
that we came from the sea
is an afternoon
like this

About Melissa Young

(Emerita) is a native of Utah and lives in Cache Valley, Utah, with her husband and three of her four children in their emptying nest. She has an MA in TESOL from Brigham Young University and currently volunteers with the English Learning Center.

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