arms flailing freestyle strokes
like windmills or hands of a clock.
Clock the counter. Turn
to watch your school leap past you from their pedestals with the
or gap you left them, hopefully landing
further from you than your nose
did from that kid's
shoulder the day
your purple life-fluid
flowed like ink marooning
the pool Nile-red, the meet recalled,
the lifeline flung to your limp flesh,
a fish defeated by your own school.
Dolphin kicking, you butterflied like fire.
Your wings perpetually pulled you
beyond yourself, splitting the seam
between the water and the endless blue above.