Greek Swimmer

In front of her
broke an onslaught
of waves,
each one curled
and insensitive.

She waded
into the spilling mass,
each undulation forbidding
and yet bidding the next.

Any moment
her body weight
would float aloft,
and she would find her feet
dangling in the surf.

So,
she bent her knees,
allowed her head to go under,
pressed back her ringlets,
and then pushed off
and out into the sea,
bone chilling
and skin tightening,
with its chattering banter
and that laughter
that only meant silence
and broken images
of the pure white light.

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