Tarn Poem by Miriam Gamble

You see the point of putting your feet in,
even full immersing in the shallow sides;
for you, it's about the shock
of the glacial water, that sudden slap of being alive.

You love your body and you walk round naked in it,
like a king, any chance you get;
your nude skin makes you indescribably happy.

I want the facet of a black diamond at its centre,
to hang over the mountain's plug,
over the mouth of hell;
I want to swing like a ludicrous fly in sap.
I cannot think the edges of it matter.

But I too love your substance,
will dust it dry for you in the crystalline air.