THE BATHER

cut the sun from the stem

bring it to scorch the sand

pause the motion of the sea

and take wild sharks in hand

blow the salt out of the eye of the child

fill your bags with pretty dead seashells

let the first wave cool your blood down

drown where the colourful fishes dwell

drink this water and run away from the shore

the wind will take you higher than the kites

leave your castle at the mercy of the weather

get your life buoy and follow the distant lites