Llyn Gwynant
Throughout the night, my heart contracts.
Swimming is kind of a dud
which shakes the body clean apart.
Throughout the night, my heart contracts;
tight sleep contractions begin
break like waves pushing me up.
Throughout the night, my heart contracts.
Swimming is kind of a dud.
And even if I wake up from something deep,
the attraction comes from the darkening lake.
It’s not night, I haven’t slept.
And even if I wake up from something deep,
it’s not sleeping my muscles are piling up
on the bone but gently breaking waves.
And even if I wake up from something deep,
the attraction comes from the darkening lake.
Then always after a calm
which flattens the fold of the body,
the water holds me in its palm
and always after a calm,
a wash of mint and lemon balm
and Wallflowers (formerly known as Heart’s Ease);
then always after a calm
which flattens the body crease.