Soaking in the Light

Discomfort settles in

I move a little to my left

to a place I can see the light pouring in.

It covers me

and fills the room.

In this sea of warmth

I focus on my ability to swim,

My ability to breathe in what surrounds me

and realize

how it grounds me

here.

In this late afternoon baptism,

I remember how to feel the day’s embrace

I remember the beauty in the sun’s healing touch

It’s my youth that I remember,

where each day lasted a lifetime

and the best were spent breaking a sweat

soaking in the light.