Hands poised, hips aligned
The heat of the noon sun on his shoulders
The shrill whistle blows and
He flies
Weightless over the water
Aqua coolness
The cold shock ignored
Feet furiously kicking
His arms take turns with fluid movements
His face turns for needed oxygen
Then back to the water
The water is another world; one of his own
Because, for a moment
There is nothing else
No bullies
No confusing homework
No grownups with their endless expectations
There is only him and the water
He is a part of it as it is a part of him
Surfacing, he looks at me, his biggest fan
And smiles that toothy grin
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