Hi,

Today I’ll be sharing with you a poem that I wrote due to a delightful series of swimming excursions.

I hope you like it.

Swim

Gliding,

the water-

smoothly flows-

Feet kick,

hair-

floats-

a crown of seaweed caught in the tides.

Become part of the water,

an alien world,

where air is not required.

Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now, for a glimpse into the past with one of my older poems.

Merchild

“The ocean was whispering my name,
summoning me to the deep.” -Kylli Berg