Strange – standing
in this dawn-of-summer water –
different this time –
contributing your heat –
reacting chemically, at last,
with life – as if the secret
of your humanness were
coursing with a force –
slicing down and through
into the bit of sea you’re
wading in: invading with its
all-pervading insolence:
an instant and an incidence
of necessary fire and sting.
Oh, how it makes
you want to sing!
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