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The Deep End

Updated: Oct 4

I painted this piece in 2018, then wrote the follow poem for it this summer after a morning swim in the lake. They are each named the same.



The Deep End/2018



The Deep End / 2020

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Running in

my quickened step

is gently slowed

at water’s edge


I strain my speed

to anxious trod

clumsy, prancing,

dolphin? fawn?


And deeper yet

this quiet swell

engulfs my thighs

now to a speed


Of flower girls

step-together-step

my rush transformed

to confidence


And deeper still

a chill, a calm

my neck embalmed

’til underneath


my torso lifts

there is no speed

but flow


and roll


a sway, a dance,


her rhythmic trance



then I am home.


The deep end.