Dripping with seaweed

There were waves today.

But I was undeterred –

I swam into the rise

while it watched me, 

then under the curve:

unglamorous turquoise, 

stirred with silt. 

Standing, I could be pushed over,

but I had already leapt,

woven in –

no floor to leave.

I wondered if my spirit could mimic my limbs

like this when waves surged on dry land;

those that swell with no form,

the force of unexpected feeling

that is oblivious to the wind.

C. LJ Ireton 2025