Saturday, 7 August 2010


Sat cross-legged in the shallow end
With the little one
Learning the merits of the pool again;
How it future proofs us against
70 percent
Of the world’s perils,
But also heralds
A planet wide
Employment of all its joys.

This old friend of ours keeps
Trusting us with treading
In its depths and spreading ourselves
Horizontally, on front or back,
Across it cellophane,
And wrapping us
In the comforts
We once
Knew for nine months.

Though having said this I never learned
To swim properly,
And this is probably why I find
Most of the world uncomfortable,
Although together we
May both discover
The benefits
Of getting more than our feet wet.

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