THE SWIM
The swim. It seems to go on forever. Looking to the future. Clouds, clear sky, currents that might take you anywhere. And tides, like emotion, washing back and forth over a heart. A heart that had no idea what the future was. It knew the present. And had lived through the past. None of it seemed to fit anymore. None of it seemed to satisfy. She wanted to jump in and swim. Fall asleep swimming and awaken in a new life. Emerge somewhere. Open her eyes. Then she would know what life held.