Gone swimmin'

Penbryn beach

 Another look at my relationship with water.

How she calls

She thirsts for me

and she calls,

whispers my name -

                come dance,

sometimes loud -

                come dive,

sometimes soft -

                come breathe.

Lapping with little slappings

to suggest, persuade,

she draws the undertow

so I feel the overthrow

arriving and departing

leaving and returning,

spreading her susurration

far away and close by

turn by turn

tide by tide

surge and suck,

pull in, come swim,

                dance in me,

so calls mother sea.

This poem was first published (Oct 2017) here: https://visualverse.org/images/leio-mclaren/

It is now part of my third poetry collection, 'Before we Breathe' (all about my relationship with the sea, especially the Cardigan Bay coast. Pub 2021 by The Littoral Press)