She swims

She swims in the air, afloat
but not adrift, aloft but
not aloof. She moves
with purpose, as if her lungs inflate
from helium only she knows
is there.

She swims & swims

swims among the oceans
of clouds whose undertow
pulls west where she can find
her fortune

swims but never loses
her way as I hang from a constellation
growing larger with each stroke.


© 2022 | Phillip Knight Scott

Prompt: pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge #906: afloat, aloof, permanent

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 12 years and 5-year-old son. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77

13 thoughts on “She swims

  1. (Sorry) This is not a good poem. This is a friggin GEAT poem. Awesome opening, killer-diller close, & whatever is in between totally rocks.
    I wish I’d written this.

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