Trickles through my fingertips early in the morning,
As the sun peaks through the clouds.
And this moment of perfection is gone in a
I think of water as I stomp down the crowded hallway
Every second it gets tighter and tighter,
Squished up against sweaty bodies.
I try to forget water as the pencil grazes the blazing white paper-
But then I stare out the window
At the rain hammering rhythmically.
The snap the swim cap
Gripping my head
The jolt of power as I dive into crisp, cold water.
That first second where my fingertips break through the waves
Everything is still
And I know that I’m finally home.