I wake up early and put on my suit.
I eat cereal and peanut butter, and drink coffee to boot.
I dip my toes in the water. I slip on my cap.
I suction my goggles and start my first lap.
The water feels good and I feel strong.
I know the pool is where I belong.
Butterfly, breaststroke, and free.
Backstroke is what steals my glee.
I take a sip of water. I fix my cap.
This is no time for a quick nap.
Off I go, in my own world.
Inside my head, thoughts always swirl.
This is my time to sort out problems and pray.
It’s something I look forward to almost every day.
Sometimes I think about life decisions.
Or how to cook tonight’s chicken.
Lap after lap, I go and go.
Even when the outside world is filled with snow.
The water is often choppy.
My flip turns are always sloppy.
I swim. I pull, and I kick.
Even though I don’t go very quick.
I know I smell like chlorine.
It’s okay that my hair turns green.
I have my swimming friends, and they understand.
They know that this sport will always be my jam.
My arms slide through the water like butter.
I cough and spit a huge hocker into the gutter.
One last set. I’m almost done.
I finally see the morning sun.
It’s time to warm down and start my day.
I always enjoy my time of play.
I love this sport because it’s so fun.
Especially when I’m all done.
Swimming is for me and I’m for it.
I’m pretty sure I’ll never quit.