Dancing in Water

I listen. Consciously. To block out the annoying thoughts. Focus only on what I swim inside.
My breath.
But it is not only the breath, the shrill of bubbles escaping, air encrusted, through water into atmosphere. It is the guttural roar from my throat, deep inside, as those tiny bubbles escape me. Perhaps it is here I rid myself of my day.

As I launch myself further and further into water I imagine I am sailing. The beating of water into my capped head, sails full blown in a headwind. And all the while the rhythmic beat of my legs. Up and down. Feet plonk thump as my hips sway side to side.
Water dance.

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