NOON SWIM AT THE YMCA
On my back in the water, Lord,
my hands are folded
as I kick my feet against the water
listening to Karen tell me
that I am a mountain
with its own weather system.
This is my daily swim.
She didn’t use those words.
Her words are seeding themselves
in these last days of January
where I will have ready access to them.
The illness must always be the teacher.
I believe this, as I believe
there is also a cost to the vessel.
If this be a prayer, Lord,
it arrives and contains your grace
lined and aligned with gratitude.
20 January 2010