The Swimmer

Unknown to myself
I am the swimmer.
Music I do not hear
Moves me toward
The sea I do no know.
For I am the music –
Each movement
A beat
Each swift turn
A passage
In the flow of life.

I know not
Yet I am
A swimmer
In the river
Close to me
As my own unknown,
Without boundary.

I am the imperative –
Survive!
Fear is my being
Reaching tendril fingers
Into the great ocean
Toward which I swim –
Immense beyond all
My experience
Of fear
Older than I am
I go fearfully fearless
To the sea.

Copyright ©2001 Tony Crisp