Swimming in the Aare

Ice to liquid

The holy descent

Full of melt and of snow

Full of light

Carrying the pure to the salty

From the summits

I am a child in her flow

Thrashing still and shy

As a sunset

I try to wrestle

I try to  punch for glory

But even as she carries me

For the thrill of the ride

I realise how she has me 

Like the hawk 

Who watches from the banks

Ready to catch the 

Snakes in the grass.

My whole body is 

Given to her speed and

The absolute bite of her

Precision.

O she has me.

Summer 2022, Bern, Switzerland.