she tumbled and fell into the murky
green water, full of swans, ducks
algae, three feet thick, trying
to strangle the determined swimmer
she swam a breast stroke to make her parents proud
she nose dove away from impending dangers,
remnants of dead swan babies, killed on contact
from hungry geese, landing upon foreign soil
she was swimming for her own life, as she neared
the other shore, promising rest and solitude
a stroke of peace between the currents
seemingly against her stamina, and sweet soul
there is finality in action, she once wrote
so many years ago; moving with a problem
as opposed to sitting dreamily beneath a tree
she finally made it to the other side, breathless
she stepped upon the mossy soil, roots exposed
from a hundred year old silver beech tree-
electric green sea weed clinging to her arms and legs,
pond water dripping, feeding the moss beneath her feet
ducks clamoring, in twos, towards the beech tree
singing, "she is free from the perilous pond"
falling, she rests her head upon the beech-
resting within the music, she becomes her own song
Kate Lamberg
11/7/11
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