LEARNING TO SWIM
Light of the sun on the sea glitters
in a wave; in sparkling particles.
I learn to swim in its sequined swell.
My ancestors knew these waters well,
trawling the North Sea and its estuaries,
dredging oysters here where, now,
the cold wraps ‘round my amygdala,
prising away barbed-wire tendrils,
allowing a flood of calm to rush in.
And something tight breaks into pieces,
and the pieces sink down
to rest with empty oyster shells.
POEM TO A FOX
(The Nuthatch, Sept 2023)
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