It begins to calm
A contrast to the land
Harsh and rock-faced
Steep and illusive
To ignorant eyes. Our eyes, so
We leave water
Leave it to rest in its
Steady movement
As we swim in the night’s stillness
Night bodies preparing for waves
To guide us. Waves
To overcome. Waves
To follow in vast reflection,
Perhaps to stillness

We live for these moments when
Exhausted from water
We welcome land.
Then we return
Once again
Rowing towards shore. Still though
We look back
Always turning towards
The next day
Not yet stretched before us
The continuation of unfinished strokes
Ceasing not in wind bound hours
Nor in our return to land locked days.