When you swim

When you swim you are out there, breaking
the all-about surface again and again
with total abandon. The sea is your ally.

When I swim I am nearer the shore.
I am no match for a muscle of being
that you embrace, that embraces you.

We swam together a few times. For each
it was a dip refreshing and joyous . . .
but all too distant, for what we were after.