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Beach ridden
“I’m getting out of the water for a little while.”
“Just feeling paddling rather than diving.”
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“I’m starting to prune.”
As if it is casual
A decision taken on a whim
Laissez-faire
And not because I can feel the edge of the reef, My toes are dangling now just off the end, At the part where the temperature changes
The first sign of the drop off
Into the deep.
I like to think I am a confident swimmer…
Perhaps that is why it scares me
Like a lifeguard
I know everything that can go wrong and I have watched it happen before; I feel the rip clawing at my legs
So I am going ashore
Everyone is still swimming
But I cannot do this anymore
Not right now
I’m getting too comfortable floating.
