Resurfacing

I glide through water, 

head swimming  

hands reaching- 

hungrily  

guiltily. 

Arms free to move wherever they wish, 

retired from their occupation 

of holding,  

supporting. 

Keeping heads above water. 

Between breaths  

my eyes are drawn to a father and child. 

His gentle embrace, as a waiter, 

carrying a tray of precious dishes. 

Surfing his babe across the surface  

My mind swells with my baby boy. 

Perhaps no longer a baby. 

Now he’s in school  

Learning how to float, 

without me. 

I dive under- 

holding my breath- 

waiting for someone to call me up for air. 

A realisation sinks into me 

This moment is mine alone. 

A forgotten state  

Just me, being me. 

As if my body remembers- 

taking form, in water.  

The buoyancy 

The weightlessness. 

Re-Surfacing 

I am cleansed- 

As though born again. 

This heeds me to necessitate, 

A need to re-navigate  

To regulate, 

And re-learn how to operate  

Without, 

such weight. 

And stand in an upright position- 

Ready to move forward.