night swimming

The evening is nostalgic in a way -
reminding me of my 20s
when I thought nothing could be better
than summer night swimming.
I wasn’t wrong -
it’s still one of the best things.
Lovely and freeing,
sensual - 
water flowing across my skin
within a turquoise glow.
Floating on my back,
glowing copper clouds reflect lights,
one star peeks through,
‘Make a wish,’ I think,
but don’t.
Warm August air on my face,
I close my eyes,
slowly breath in this season -
try to keep it.

It’s been a long, sad, confusing summer,
but for an evening
I remember
I won’t drown in loneliness,
if I remember beauty,
even when I’m alone in it.