A Bather’s Reflection
In and out of the water, my feet dips,
The rhythmic waves stroke my fingertips.
The boat bobbing near me, in the middle of the sea,
And the mode of transport I used to gain tranquility.
The mountains beckon my attention in the distance,
But rowing to the paradise requires a lot of persistence.
Instead I choose to bathe, with the sun shining on my face,
The ecstatic sensation, and relaxation, I embrace.
There were people back at the beach, but I was to far away to care.
Concerns didn’t matter – I ignored the water massaging my hair.
Instead matters dwelled down to how and when I breathe,
Making sure I kept it in time with the rhythm of the sea.
This place was paradise, the distant crash of waves a lullaby,
I know that here would be the perfect final place to die.
Then mixed with the fact my face needs to cool,
I let my face sink into the eternal pool.
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