Swimming in cold lakes should be encouraged.
Not only does it cleanse the body of perfumes
made far away, it saturates you with pond scum
and mud and detritus, and damn,
does it feel good. In the water,
you are invincible. You can surface, far
from shore, and let the sun copper-shine
your hair in a jagged halo.
You can slip under the water and commune
with the fish. Those sleek stewards of the lake
taught you how to unzip the current and dive in,
how to gasp in the air and sing under the surface,
and, most importantly, how to swim with your eyes open.
See, humans like to flutter
their feet and close their eyes, but that hides
the muddled green heaven before you.
Pull your lids wide, I say,
and drink in the cold and refracted world!