A poem about how to B when you cannot C

Anxious adjustments

Barely visible buoys blinding bright big beach little beach bridge spanning

Cedar avenue congested cars clear lake cloudy vision

Dodging ducks and drifting swimmers dark triangular shapes disappearing

Emptied mind, emptied lake, everything erased by eroding eyes

Fogging

Goggles getting off course gaining perspective on not seeing only feeling

How to swim straight how to be when you cannot see

Isolated isosceles

Jumbled views

Kayaks keeping out menacing boats

Lifeguards lining the course

Muscles moving then stopping to sight, mid-lake motionless messed up maculas magically making bright orange buoys disappear reappear then disappear again

Nothing to sight but

Opaque water occasionally the color of

Pea soup thick hiding Northern Pike Yellow Perch a percolating panic is

Quelled even as quirky gaps in my central vision

Remain removing random objects, often red or orange ones I

Swim without seeing
showing off strong shoulders and straight strokes.

Touching toes testing limits tracking towering light poles tired yet triumphant

Unbroken

Victorious

Weightless worry-less wiser

eXiting the water with a silent joyful exuberant “Yes!” to an audience of

yellow paddle boats yelling kids and my yellow backpack its many

Zippers zipped, indifferent to my effort unfazed by my exhaustion