I had forgotten the joy water.
The corkscrew spiral plunge with
All the world spinning.
Everything suspended- within that half-light
It is the lifting, weightless immersion.
Embraced by cerulean.
Lying prone on cool tiles and gazing at a world calmed,
Flying swooping gliding.
As a heron hangs in the air.
In my element.
© Tom Tide 2016