After 4 years of swimming in lakes, I've returned to the beaches of the Mediterranean. I feel the slippery salt on my skin and its taste on my lips. I'm not bounced about in the waves or flung under, scraping my knees on the bottom like in the Atlantic. And let's not even talk about the Pacific with its fierce waves and chilly waters. For the most part, the Mediterranean is gentle.
When I step out of the water here I feel light. When I get out of a lake something soggy stays with me, like from the mud bottom of a pond. The salt of the sea is a great purifier, a healer in its way. So I have one more day to enjoy if not the water, then the pastel colors of the sunsets.
The classic song:
I have a poem from my first chapbook too.