Peace is wading in the water,
surrounded by heavy arms pulled down by large oars,
it’s the unsynchronised movement slowing you down,
it’s watching the bubbles in the water,
it’s wearing a bright vest and looking shorter.
Happiness, though, is thinking about it afterwards,
but by afterwards I mean a few years later,
how I know this
I don’t know.
So it is also watching your friends talk,
and dead crabs walk,
and racing to the dock,
and it is takin your gear off and leaping in,
it is achieving half a pull up,
it is turning your boat over,
and it is struggling to snorkel.
It’s your friends making it rain,
and then it’s the actual sky in pain,
and it is someone fulfilling their goals,
and it is falling down dreamy holes,
as in dying of hunger and listening to music,
and ordering food and feeling too sick,
and thinking
hey, we’re living the college life.