My favourite hour is spent at the lake, where my weight feels defeat
Conquering eddies with each stroke I take
Fighting the chill with my own body heat
My favourite hour is spent with the lake
Playing at how little splash I can make
White sound of a womb sees my stress in retreat
Leaving it drifting, back there in my wake
A mile, maybe more, meditation complete
Wonderfully tired, beginning to flake
Making my way back to finding my feet
My favourite hour spent well with the lake
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