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I had forgotten the joy water.

The corkscrew spiral plunge with

All the world spinning.

Everything suspended- within that half-light

Rippled murmuring.

It is the lifting, weightless immersion.

Embraced by cerulean.

Lying prone on cool tiles and gazing at a world calmed,

However briefly.

Flying swooping gliding.

As a heron hangs in the air.

In my element.

© Tom Tide 2016

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