I Just Swim

By Konrad Seidl

On my feet, sitting down, a computer in my face and people all around.

Inside, outside, routine.

Contained by shirt, pants, belt.

Voices, noise, action

Frustrated and stuck. Waiting for my time.

Finally leave. To my place of happiness.

I exchange business for bathers, skin touches the air.

Standing at the edge on the tiles. Goggles fixed.

Leaping through the air like a scissor. My body is consumed by the water.

I feel connection. This is my place. This brings me joy.

I push, feel water pressure run through my hair and over my skin.

The weight of my body now supported.

I glide.

I lie face down and kick slowly as I reach the surface.

I reach out and pull from top to bottom. I repeat the alternate side.

Find rhythm as arms and feet sing together.

I breathe.

I loose my thoughts, I relax, I’m in my place.

No stress is here, it’s me, the water, a black line.

I can dream, I can sing, I can imagine or I can just cruise.

I can challenge, increase speed, resistance, effort and then. Just breathe.

Go from hot to cold, slow to fast, fast to slow but most of all enjoy.

It’s a special place, it’s my place.

Seeing trees when I turn. Seeing clouds, birds, planes when on my back.

I move muscles I only would when I’m here.

Under, over, in, out, one by one or together.

I choose how long.

I choose how far.

But I know that every meter matters.

Here there is a connection.

This can start my day or close my day .

Set up or shut down, make my day and take me to my rest.

After, from one world to another. Beads on my body. Cool wind connects. 

Tired or strong. Always amazing.

Till next time.

Some never know. Or experience. Special is the connection.

Of this place.

My place.

You may run, you may write, you may watch.

I just swim.

By Konrad Seidl