How to swim (or, what I’ve learned in swim class):
Keep your head below water.
Be a fish. You love the water.
It’s fun to pull yourself through water. It’s like thick air. It’s like Jell-O.
Breathing is overrated and unnecessary.
Keep your goddamn head below water.
Pear-shaped people have a built-in pull buoy.
Make sure your swimsuit can handle your awkward maneuvers. Otherwise it might fall apart while you’re swimming, and then you’ll have to play it cool while diving for the lost strap.
Don’t stare at the instructor’s aging aquatic mammal body. One day you too will look this strange.
Feel the water with your forearms.
Aim your hands for the center of your fish line.
Keep your damn head below water.
Pull each stroke with your whole torso, not just your hands.
Think about every little motion.
But don’t think too much about it.
Fields ringed of blue
Refractions of the upper world
Circling an abyss
Inside the center
Runs rolls rumbles tumbles tosses
Yesterday it was just a creek
The rains have swelled it
This is why
The banks are so broad
The usual pebbly islands sunk
Redrawn rewritten redrafted
Underneath the water
Beneath the roiling muck
The river rewrites itself
With every passing rain cloud
It changes who it is
It carries garbage further away
It carries new garbage in
It fills new puddles
To fill with new frogs
And new adventures
Because it chose
To flow where the water wants.
It allows life
To alter its bones.
It doesn’t resist.
It relaxes into chaos,
Falls in, falls out.
It dries to emptiness,
Floods to new paths.
That is why
The river is forever.
Look at how pretty it is here. This is in Canterbury. We saw an eel down there!
Funny, most people blog about their travels. Guess I’m backwards. I’ll tell some stories about it when I get back. Until then, I probably won’t blog again until Wednesday or so. Am cheap. Limited Internet access.
It’s 1:30am here so I gotta go to bed but I just wanted to let everyone know I’m still alive!
Thin wet wormy spiral
Color mixing in thready dissolution
It lands at the base of the glass
Still heavy with momentum
A loose puddle
There is no place like the world
Inside a glass of water.
Rules are different there.
Things bend without breaking
Moisture saves anything
Moisture ruins everything
Insinuates from the outside
Is just water again.