Like dust dancing in sunlight, free running,
the dolphins do it better. their joy is catching
I swim with the memory in mind
Trying to dive in and out of the water
A smooth grey dolphin for a few seconds
Is all I can manage
Their energy and strength is missing from my body
Yet floating like dust, I feel the peace at being one with the water
In my mind, a small child takes hold of my dorsal fin.
Waiting for that special moment when we cut through the waves
Like a hot knife through butter
A warm feeling of joy, like nothing you can buy…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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