Buoyancy – a poem by Mark Tulin


I savior my inhales
and exhales
when I swim through
the dark blue

I want to remember
how it feels,
to slow down
my breath,
ease my strokes
and flutter my feet
like a boat’s

I notice each dolphin
that giggles, each colony
of seals,
and imagine what it’s like
to be a seagull
who hovers above me
as if I fly
across the briny sea
of sacred swells

I count my blessings,
the number of buoys,
noticing how far I venture,
or if my mind
is capable
or if I have the strength

I caress the water,
take it into my heart
I feel its soul
move through my lungs,
and its spirit
upon which I float.


Mark Tulin is a former family therapist from California.  He has a poetry chapbook, Magical Yogis, and two upcoming books, The Asthmatic Kid, and a poetry collection, Awkward Grace. He has appeared in Fiction on the Web, Free Verse Revolution, Leaves of Ink, among anthologies and podcasts. His website is Crow On The Wire.


  1. Janet Krauss says:

    Mark, I share your love of swimming and the sea in my poems too. I love your poem!


  2. M J Sully says:

    Such a beautiful poem, so uplifting.


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