I used to dream that I could breathe underwater.
Swoop and dive beneath the surface like a darting swift.
Nowadays I am thankful for a moment’s indulgence.
The submergence of tired feet,
With rippled, shock-immersed light play.
It is enough, to feel the silky drag of water,
Rising to meet me.
Enough, because even as I write this, my feet tingle.
As I recollect.
© Tom Tide 2016