There is blue above, there is blue below.
And the sun plays leapfrog with the clouds,
Amid flashes of brilliant blue.
The lifting of wings to the air,
Pounding down,
Pulling through the rush of bubbles.
Creates a eerie silence within,
The swimmer�s goal.
In the rhythmic flow of breathing,
The movement of water across the skin.
Vision through squinted eyes,
Focal length drops, vision drops,
To the automatic pull of the gains.
All doors are opened.
           Here beneath the blue, a soul
           Can wander from present thoughts.