Sport 10: Autumn 1993
Floating
Floating
The lake is never like glass. It has a soft
top that will always let you in.
It will hold your confident body in its satin hammock.
O let your body be
in ancestral hands. Forget their treachery.
It takes so little—just a flutter
of your arms and legs to lie in splendour
being purely who you are already
preventing death in a state of grace
water fire earth
air
a state of grace preventing death