The Swimmer
by Christina Hutchins
Underwater I became a girl
with a young man’s ripe back
the muscles curled
around definite bones
But what you saw from above–
a blue-green daemon fraught with ripple
none of my lines a line– I was broken
shuffled yet I moved whole
It is me again at the far side
surfacing my face and shoulders
reassembled solidity of my arms established
that settled years refunded
though where I stand waist-deep in the shallows
my hips my thighs and feet approximate
one of Picasso’s disarticulated women–
I cannot keep my unshackled forms still
from THE STRANGER DISSOLVES by Christina Hutchins. Copyright 2011 by Christina Hutchins. Published by Sixteen Rivers Press.
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