People At Water

People At Water

Where people gather in the sun
many'd say `twas the most fun
of a social and physical life.
Recreation causes little strife.

When sun has heated the air
far less inhibition people dare.
Bathing suits, shorts, loose tops,
are never then seen social flops
except where water surrounds.

Some mystic energy abounds
where the simplest fluid is.
Not oil nor brine nor subtle fizz
are needed for fun's commotion.
Just liquid, wet, for emotion
that heralds a primal release.

Remarkably, water doth please
even the most unsocial spirit.
It attracts even those who fear it.

I've seen some at night's shore
when getting wet they'd abhor
yet drawn to an ocean's edge
to fulfill some amneotic pledge.
Is it womb or amoeba calling?

Perhaps under a spell the falling
is an unconscious celebration,
of an etheric, celullar elation...
remembrances untold before birth.

Observing it has a curious worth.
As if average behavior has meaning
from common joy lessons gleaning
presage a profound understanding.

Not wet, going in, nor the landing
is the essence of the experience...
it is proximity to basest sentience.
It's recreation, less inhibition, fun
where the connection is already done.

Shared primal ease is water's mystery.

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