floaty

i am looking

back at my life

like a bather on a beach

hopping from sand spot to sand spot

to avoid the heat and the pain

of staying around for too long

even if i’ll get used to it

because there is water ahead

cool water

that waves back to me

and my bouncing limbs

one step

another

getting there

heels suckling sea

toes sunk and treasuring

the inches of movement towards

the mountains that climb and crash

into me

whose memories climb and crash

and make me forget

that i don’t know how

to swim

when my feet

no longer bounce

and my head

no longer notices