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The Swimmer

I see a shadow dancer
a shape in the foam
bobbing up and down.

It has been over an hour
I know the water is cold
he is still swimming,
this stranger,
undeterred.

I glance back down at the book I am reading,
am lost in the printed words
the movie playing in my mind.

When I look up moments later,
he is gone.
Vanished.

When did he leave the beach?
Could it be he has drowned?

I look around briefly,
searching,
before returning to the pages in front of me.
Now uncertain
if he was even ever there at all.

Photo by Conner Murphy on Unsplash

Caroline Avnit

Caroline Avnit

Writer, poet, speaker, Yogi, wine lover & passionate foodie. Inspired by words, paint & random acts of kindness.

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