I could breathe in time,
develop a rhythmic,
pattern of respiration,
inhale – exhale
in balance with my motion,
but I desire to
stretch my lungs.
My chest expands and I immerse.
Chlorine water rushes to surround –
penetrating, while my limbs
propel me across the surface.
Instinct would have me hold
that breath, keep the air,
my oxygen, my possession, inside.
The urge to cling is automatic.
But, I’m aware, alert, attentive,
I effortfully abandon the air,
pursing my lips, cheeks taut,
I force life out of me..
air releases, bubbles emerge,
my lungs empty, and as I recognise
the need to tilt my head sideways,
I’m already at the other side of the pool.
(It was a small hotel pool BTW)