“After ‘Swimmer’ by Tennis” by Alejandro Derieux Cerezo
The summer you planned for us
Tourists, flocking to lakes,
Submerged waist-deep and freezing in the wind
You were a swimmer
I always thought it natural to love you in the water
Just floating
The narrows, like the reeds,
The river, brook streams pooling
At a sandy delta
A simple floating
Waiting for you to come home
From work each day
Can’t tell you why I submerged
Drifting silt in the bed
Staring up through the surface
I tried the swimming
Always felt easier to sink
Let myself rush out into the body
Disperse