The First Springtime Swim (ii)
It wasn't the equinox,
the clocks, the dew on the grass
instead of the frost -
the clocks, the dew on the grass
instead of the frost -
But the ache of my arms
in still water, my spirit yawning
with my bones submerged
And curving -
That woke me, let me feel again,
under the lightening sky.
C. LJ Ireton 2024
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