BEHIND THE POEM
Sea Swimming Through the Irish Winter
I sit in the car
And don’t want to leave
For here it is warm and cosy
I sit by the shore
And don’t want to stand
For these clothes are warm and cosy
My feet get it first
The licking of flames
The cold penetrates to the bone,
But after a minute or so
Of panting, breathing and blowing
The body relaxes
And the mind becomes still
Taking a look back to shore
I understand
And hold a sense of sympathy
For those left on land
Those forever warm and cosy.
Leon Dunne | Poet | Ireland.