"Waves"
"I have swum too far out of my depth, and the sun has gone.
The hung weight of my legs, a plumb-line, my fingers raw,
my arms lead.
The currents pull like weed, and I am very tired and cold,
and moving out to sea.
The beach is still bright.
The children I never had run to the edge
and back to their beautiful mother who smiles at them,
looks up from her magazine, and waves."