With a knowing smirk your eyes catch me,
Then off the pier you jump, entering the chilly lake.
Without thought I follow, at three strides a run,
Plunging into the depths after.

Adjusting to the sudden burst of cold,
I churn through the water in your wake.
Seeking to catch what I cannot yet see.
But ahead of me, I know you are there.

As swimmer, again I play out my role.
Caught in little leauge pictures,
in autumn football where I am the one being tackled.
Lungs bursting, calves straining, I seize at you.

But you have already reached the platform.

Breathing hard, smiling, the sun warms the drops on our faces.