Night Swimming

Walking down the path to the beach,
it was relief when the torch was turned off.
We picked our way down, careful not to step
on the silhouette in front, more solid and real –
almost – than the person we followed,
the shadowy shapes made alive by the white,
bright moon, full – almost – but not quite.

A beam of lunar light guided us
in to water that seemed warmer
than during the heat of the day.
We paddled, floated, swam a few strokes
and I felt a quiet delight in making the
night sea ripple just a little more;
and a kind of transgression – almost –
in disturbing this nocturnal world,
at once at peace and aglow,
bathed in the delicate gleam
of the nighttime sun.


Photo by Cat