Her voice starts so clear, but it fades echoing into the middle distance
Water can call out names, it’s true I’ve heard it tempt and tease
The murmur of a brook, the crash of the tide
Easy to confuse its voice with a lover’s Easy to mistake its buoyancy for love
The shape the water takes in the darkness The way it holds you up, effortless
How you’re cradled in its embrace How you’re bathed in moonlight
She sings, but it’s just a night swim
ABOUT:
Rosalie Hendon (she/her) is an environmental planner living in Columbus, Ohio. Her work is published in Change Seven, Pollux, Willawaw, Write Launch, and Sad Girls Club, among others. Rosalie is inspired by ecology, relationships, and stories passed down through generations.
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Night Swim - INGEBAR