KEEPING COOL
Laughing, I ran at the water,
letting the cold shock my feet and legs
till bravely I ducked below the water,
screaming my joy and discomfort.
As I lay back, floating,
my nose barely above the waves,
I felt this beach and this place
enter my body, softening my muscles
and bringing me to a moment
of weightless wonder. The sky
was an endless blue, the breeze
lulled me and the floating
seaweed tickled my nose
with its salty sharpness.
I could have stayed like this forever.
I was home and happy.
Carole Bollini
This poem is based on my memories
of visiting Ettalong Beach, Australia,
as a girl.
Linked with "The Sunday Muse - Wednesday Muse #14 Keepin' Cool"
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