we drove to the beach in a long low convertible with wide fins
past flat-roofed houses the colors of shells fading in the sun
and swam alone on a peninsula of white sand
it felt real
turquoise waves rolled in from the point much like this world
i swam without tiring the swells lifting me i was of the sea
i knew the water its currents and tides its depths and its distances
you called me fish
