The river
It lures
Deep and clear.
Poised on the rock
I
Reach out
To point of no return
Eyes fixed
Caught intensity
A moment suspended in time
Lost in penetrating cold
Until rhythm is found
To breathe again
And submerged
Warmth returns.

Running in the slow lane
The river
It lures
Deep and clear.
Poised on the rock
I
Reach out
To point of no return
Eyes fixed
Caught intensity
A moment suspended in time
Lost in penetrating cold
Until rhythm is found
To breathe again
And submerged
Warmth returns.

What a beautiful place this is, Ruth!
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It truly is – the River Dart just above Buckfast Abbey Devon . One time my friend had a kingfisher fly past her while swimming ; one day I swam to far bank and watched a dipper for ten minutes bobbing along the edge of the rocks in and out
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