Swimming
Dock, Longville, MN
The four of them propel the
little boat from the beach
to the wooden platform,
where they tie off
and scramble up, adjust
their bathing suits, giggle and jostle,
feint and half-step toward
the water. They stand here
because they do not want to
face the shoreline’s gentle slope,
the step and hesitation, the
recoil of timid flesh at the water’s icy rise.
No. Here above these clear
depths, they may pause for one
moment’s anticipation, a
season of glances. Then,
a thunder of feet, a chorus
of shrieks, and their bodies
take flight, arms pointed
prayerfully, legs akimbo, soaring toward
that spasm of chill surprise
by which they’re baptized,
feeling their bodies open,
saying, Yes, yes.