She used to swim almost all year round

but she’s slowly growing older.

She used to love being out on the water

but these days she gets seasick.

She’s been in boats ever since childhood

but now her hips won’t really let her

pull the dinghy down the beach

haul it all the way back in again. 

She frets about her grandkids out on paddleboards

but they just say she used to do far wilder things.

Though she plays less in the sea, creatures

from the loch keep coming up to her.

Sea gives forever. Tides are vital.

Sea carries us away. Life is tidal.