September 7: Lap after lap ...

My eyes are on the long black line as I breathe from side to side

Up and down, up and down, my lungs are stretched inside

Fifteen done, fifteen to go, I hope I don't lose track
The line and tiles below my gaze, keep your eyes upon the black

I watch the line to keep on course, arms over, over, over

Breathe both sides every second round, much like a weary drover

I’ve been doing this for decades now, always coming back from more

Swimming’s such an easy thing; it’s never been a chore

I’ll be back again in two days time, to swim another mile

It’s easier than it was yesterday; I’d not done it for a while

Relaxation, exhilaration, it winds me down with peace and quiet

A really, really good thing to do, really, you should try it