Cool and butter-smooth, my limbs slice through the endless blue,
I refuse to conform to the neatness of a butterfly stroke,
Instead I move through the water like an awkward jellyfish, my face turned to the sun,
I can see my body beneath the rippling surface, distorted by the sun’s rays
and the dark green of my swimsuit against the whiteness of my skin.
Floating like a shadow through a sunbeam, thoughts rise to my mind with a cool clarity
Life isn’t so bad,
The world is quite beautiful,
Zella Day & Allie X & Marina & Aurora exist,
books, poetry & words exist,
I enjoy my own company,
& watching the seasons shift from summer to autumn will never not be a delight.
PS. I just wanted to write a lazy, unstructured poem today so I hope you enjoy the bonus post!