Closely listening in the water to it moving all at once doesn’t it the stroke’s opposite everywhere the body is not slowly through the body’s wall at a glance the body in a blue wall winging with fanned hands the body through with technique water like shovelfuls of snow I wing behind me might glide as a canoe might could kind on the other side of this sky that rocky sun’s golden belly its smile on the lake nice and rosy the muscles separating from everything else with tiredness pumping hard the easy water dipping in the pecking hands water past the body warmwet plane-like balanced the wings in the arms of her technique goggled eyes bluebald head bubbles exploding out of the smile the only animal at it for fun.

From Swim Notebooks 2015-2016 <https://drive.google.com/open?id=1zB55SbOpdDvd-IExqatHdkJjzVF6Bvws&gt;