Post Hiatus: Lake

A lake, I swim, cold and delicate
I look forward
I run to it
I look back
remember my last swim
delicate freedom

Toes touch the water
naked, hair stands on end

The water welcomes me,
I feel it rush over me without stepping in

Look up
with the sun
look up

let me in
cover me
delicate freedom

- Helena

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