So I quite alcohol back in December 2022.
Part of my recovery was lots of exercise, including swimming every Wednesday at the Uni pool, a cycle ride away, down the hill.
The quietest time was Wednesday between 11am and 12pm.
My cycle ride took me past many churches from multiple faiths.
Swimming became my only quiet, meditative time, floating on my back, staring up at the geometric ceiling of the pool, reflecting light from the water.
Then I’d cycle home, back up the hill.

Cycle down hill
Sun swept eyes
Past alien spires

To swim
In line

Float back flip
Moments of space
Pour in
From my eyes

Ceiling
Sky
Geometry
God
Angels

Meditations pass
Rows of flags mark progress
But not really

Ceiling
Sky
Geometry
God
Angels

Tight guards
Fast clocks hands
Slow pace
Different strokes

Ceiling
Sky
Geometry
God
Angels

Thoughts and my bicycle
Circle back
Around someone else’s god

The sun is a steep hill
That gets more satisfying
Every time
I peak