Swimming

There’s a place down by the coast

The road is narrow and windy,

and for much of the drive you wonder

is it going to be the last one?

But when you get there, you see

a goat, chewing grass by the side of the mountain

giant pebbles, whiter than light

And the sea, reflecting the sunrays and smell of thyme

I jump in, and my body cries

Every thought washes away, 

back to the shore

back to the other pebbles, softened by salt

Gliding in the water, feeling perfectly still

Weightless

Awake

by Rachel David