Plunge in, ice cold, water feeling thicker
Brilliant blue, sun low, shadows reaching further

Up through the night, soothing turmoil,
Eventually she sleeps, gripping onto my hair
And for all the bed space I’m missing, she is here

I call my own mum often, perhaps subconsciously paying forward a hope that, one-day when my daughter is grown up,
she will too

Cold water reaches my bones but doesn’t yet chill,
Grant me a couple more weeks?
It leaps into this body, rejoices I’m alive

And I remember a swim like this,
On Portland with Loveday, when the sea felt like mercury around us,
Little Sol up in the kitchen with her grandparents.