I have tested the shallows
Swam easily, ottery
Lazed on the sand
Soaking with sunshine
Or sliding through moon flecks
In the dark arms of trees
Bathing in black-silver sheen
Smelling of spring pools
But now rough bark
Grasps my feet
Breeze crackles through
The tree cave around me
My strong, chip nailed hands
Grip and ungrip the course rope
They have entwined with
All reflected this,
In the eye of the moon
At this point especially
When finally I swing out
Rushing, hushing the wind
I dive for the moon
And into the depths.
1990s
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