-This poem reflects on night swimming as a form of release in high summer, where heat, darkness, and water meet in quiet bodily relief.

The water holds the day gone dark,
still warm near skin, yet edged with cool,
a black blue silence in the limbs,
that opens under moon and porch light.

Each stroke divides the silvered dark,
small rings move outward through the hush,
while from the yard beyond the fence,
the crickets keep their woven time.

No noon remains in such a place,
no glare, no dust, no weight of field,
just body given back to water,
and heat let loose into the night.

So much of high summer comes here,
not only in blaze, but release,
the season entering its depth,
where darkness shimmers into peace.