… can be therapeutic. i lingered floating on the surface with my prescription goggles, watching the lily pad stems from which dragonflies spring, watching the bicycle kicking legs of my almost three year old and the spasmodic splashings of my eight year olds and the swimsuit “v” of my lover’s dappled bathing suit. i dove down for rocks and fresh water clams and tadpoles. i floated in fetal position. i peed in the lake. i luxuriated in the tightness of my scrotum. i came away much healed.