Morning swim

I stand at the edge of the waters
These cold, clear waters that

Rest still in the reflection of 

My soul, eternal Soul that 

Wants to come through to live.

I stand at the edge in my nakedness

My strong legs powerful, my lingam

Retreated to a shrunken stub

Disappeared beneath belly flab

And laugh at the beauty of my all.

I stand, cool breeze across my groin,

Water beckoning, iced skies pale

Blue, wisps of faint dusted cloud,

Birds and bees flitting by to

Watch in steady disinterest.

I stand and I dance and I keen in

The ages over my body my

Dance and call forth the sacred

Breath, leap forward and into

The silent mirror I plunge.

I plunge into the divine that would

Have me be all I am and

Then more, for I am here to

Grow, grow and be free.