by Nick Gisburne
I push beyond the limit of my limbs
Accepting that the effort is too much
I see, at last, the reason why he swims
To find himself, alone and out of touch
An unrelenting engine of the sea
He climbs the waves and cuts a path behind
A force, a flow, unfaltering and free
No stronger self-conviction could you find
Beyond the shallows, watchers fill the shore
But here he slows, reluctant at the end
The crowds, confused, impatient, scream for more
Emotions too ferocious to defend
They rush to drag their hero from the sea
But turning back he leaves the win to me
