The Swimmers

She checks out a bicycle and rides the
paths to a place where the creek water slows.
There is a rock overhang nearby.
She meets up with her friends.

They invite me into their group for the day.
The water is quite cold, but you adjust.
We each prop up on our hands and
let the water stretch us out.

We all have work to do, but it can wait.
One woman hums an old, old song.
Something about the life aquatic.
Something about floating on a river.

I have work to do, but it can wait.
I have banked labor for such a day.
The water is safe to drink.
Our guts are adapted to it.