Snorkelling in the Red Sea

Flipper-shod, I waddle into the water,
white limbs glowing in the Sinai sun.
I splash about, ungainly, in the warm shallows,
gasp at a jellyfish, squeal at a sea cucumber,
try to remember not to step on the coral.

Then the water chills and the

And I'm not doggy-paddling, I'm flying
over a colourful city of high rise apartments
where families of patterned fish hurry in and out,
ignoring the stranger who glides across their sky.

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