Invincible summer |||

Swimming at the dam

After some time in this arid country
we met, still almost strangers, at the dam,
immodestly dropped clothes upon the sand,
pulled swimmers on, and found an entry
into green water. A double light-ring
ripples shoreward, signing the infinite
in water. We converge on our limit:
one circle, two mouths, two bodies sinking
out of the light. It’s not so cold. It’s not
that clear. Questions follow us to the shore.
How deep was it out there? And is there more
to this? Yes. Well, maybe. In which case, what’s
this groping in the shallows? Now rehearse:
how much of this was innocence, how much thirst?