as I gingerly stepped into the water
avoiding the stones and then enduring
just a few seconds of cold pain
before the placid sea freed my soul
surpassing any artificial high
swimming under an azure summer sky.
My brother, from a faraway land,
sat on the causeway and waved
with my dear friend on the sun-kissed sand
taking photographs as I slowly
swam into turquoise water deep.
Ah, I felt a slight fear but so much more,
invigorated; staring at the shore
to the red sandstone rocks of Coryton Cove
wondering how many people over the years
had washed their petty woes away
dissolving like the snowy sizzling foam.
My spiritual cup had been refilled
with moments of magic which will stay
in memories...until my dying day.