And My Heart Goes Swimming

Here’s another appealing Kiwi love poem. Like Cilla McQueen’s Crikey it shows the chaotic nature of that emotion, feelings and senses running in all directions at once.

AND MY HEART GOES SWIMMING

and my heart goes swimming

wet and limpid it hangs between waves of salt
a warm heart in cold green waters
deep
to the bottom

wave after wave washing a little skin
saline

and my heart goes swimming

a fisherman scoops the sea
finds a heart in his hand

no cold fish warm red blood black hair
blonde

a night of swimming
open eyes laugh
see us
love
the man and my heart celebrate

and in the morning warm water from the tap but now

the fisherman has fish to catch
see, he has a net, and sinkers.
back

to the sea
my heart goes swimming
wave after wave

no fish could swim like my heart goes swimming.

Roma Potiki