In my Element

In my Element. Painting by the author.

Midday — the shadow less hour.

This November day, the hot sun pins the water to the shore with

One long glitter beam

So that it writhes softly, invitingly…

I accept — step into the lapping limn — am touched with gold.

Too cold to put my head in,

I pedal backwards, up the beam — out to sea,

Consciously giving in to the element

That makes up most of me.