Watch the patches on the lake

to forecast the morning:

reef glitter and clear-to-the-bottom

means an early swim,

bare skin puckering as the water stirs

with my slow steady strokes.

Skulling backwards I see,

that like the duck beside me,

my moving body

makes a perfect arrowed vee.

She heads to shore. I would keep going

to the far horizon

lulled by weightlessness that this quiet ease

could last forever