Make it September 15,
this year or
maybe the next.
This woman I am
will swim across the Atlantic
cold, violent waters,
my heart
pumping anticipation like blood
throughout my body.
Meet me at the beach,
let's say Walmer, in Kent.
Let's say at 9.15 a.m.,
when silence still covers the peebles.
Dress me with arms and smiles,
I will remember this.
When I tell my accomplishment to the papers,
to my grandchildren,
I will tell them all
how I did it
for you.
Sounds like a really great leap of faith full of danger and excitement.
ReplyDeleteA dream unlikely to come true. I'll never achieve anything big or have grandchildren. It's my curse.
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