Is the water in front of me. Serene and unruffled. Waiting for my form to flow through, sleek and smooth, arms cutting into it like a knife but with only the smallest ripples. No splash or crash or noise. No excess. The lights above cast my reflection on the bottom and I watch my arms power down into the water, body long, gliding.
I move through the water and it moves through me. Nothing extraneous, just this movement powered by me. No racquet, ball, or bat just this body and its power, its motion to send me on. My chaotic thoughts churn like the water I kick up behind me but unlike those small waves they won’t settle into stillness. Pellucid. I would like to be.