Backstrokes and Reflective Moments

Here is where I float in gratitude

Photo by the author, Mark Tulin

Swimming in my backyard pool,
doing backstrokes in an easy rhythm,
I admire the swaying palm trees,
like cheerleaders, they encourage me

Then I hear the crows from the top branches,
the hangers-on, cawing and squawking,
performing dramatic scenes in an amphitheater
as the warning wind whispers in song

After a few more strokes,
I jump on a float and reflect
how the world randomly
makes the less fortunate suffer

While I drift leisurely under uncertain skies,
my problems are small compared to others,
who seem to swim upstream
in harsh, dirty waters

I am grateful to be one of the lucky few
to sleep at night in comfort —
my belly is always satisfied,
and my pool is clean and filtered.

© 2021 Mark Tulin

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