A poem

I went midnight swimming, clear midnight
hot dry November night,
naked and free like a newborn me, in this pool
a child free of shame.

My form took new shape under the glassy surface
lighter in limb, vertical light in fingers found
me in midnight clear light of soul
swimming unashamed,

A moment stolen from the dreary dialogues of day
at night whispers are melodies
meant for you and me and a cool clear pool
to hear in private, to recover
the arid cracks of cruel unforgiving sunlight,

I took a swim at midnight.

Chris 2025