The Swimmer

I watch you balance, undecided, caught
beside the water's undulating coolth.
The shoreline rocks are wont to tip and slide
Encouraging your trek to wetter world.

Reflections craze around your searching feet
That look for solid help transitioning.
The water rises to your ankles, knees
And with barbaric scream you launch yourself.

Winnipesaukee parts to let you in
Your dive propelling you away from shore.
At last, you break the surface, gasping air.
and pull yourself onto a granite isle.

You wrap yourself around this bit of rock,
A mermaid sunning in the morning light.

John Ferguson
Three Mile Island
September 2002