but swimming we grasp the waves
to stay aloft
legs softly blurred dangling
in the singing mist below
we close our minds to gravity’s pull
allow ourselves
to roll and sway with the arcane
rhythms of the planet’s respiration
like seasoned travelers
who read their morning papers
standing astride
the aisles of rattling rambling trains
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Spencer Watson (@thebrownspy)
via Unsplash
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