FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found

Margate

“Swimming at Christmas”

other people cry

with leaves torn from trees

and ice chunks floating by?

But the splat patter

of my over exposed feet

willingly toe the frigid shallows

before I plunge legs, liver and face

below jade pale waves,

heading for shore

absolutely nothing left

except the only gift worth having

beating gloriously in my chest.

Jane Campbell