The First Springtime Swim (ii)

It wasn't the equinox, 
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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