Look at them

coming out

of the cold Pacific.

From my balcony I saw them running...

nine beautiful men

in white shirts

who stripped off

then fled to the sea

in all it's 

cold 

grey

August beauty

And they were laughing

running back to their towels

and white shirts

and trousers.

Even though death had touched me

I saw that life kept living

and they made me happy 

to be alive again.