Nightswimming

Feel bubbles flood
the corners of my
eyes, hands pushing
through fluid night.
Breathe out all I have
and break the surface,
gasp, shout, pant, flop
down from careless
streets onto my bed.
Dry my hair, shake my
head and really laugh,
throw stones out the
window for crabs to
scuttle at, sit in my
cave and let sand fall
through sponge fingers.
Feel the reach of my
arms, possibility in my
bended knees and soles.
Remember the lights
that blinded me when
I made the last length
and swallowed water,
when I touched the
bottom and thought my
decade old lungs
would burst. I'll
dream tonight of coral,
weird fish, or some
siren on another shore.