Out of her depth
In a menace of goggles and tight-
fit cap, one woman strides to her first
Deep Water Aerobics Class. Breathed in
big attitude, she puffs chlorine out, squints
for piled weights and floats. None spotted she
plops in, tiles knees, clocks herself
ensconced with a waft-aloft
blue-rinsed crew. FAME!
Five minutes strapped in the spotty-dog
dance, FAME! clap, she’s now
the woman she’d bubble mocked
goggled from lanes. FAME!
Six steps to the right, three
claps overhead. She tries to wipe out
that infinite corn-plaster churn.
Beth McDonough writes often of foraging and Tay swimming. Her poetry appears in Agenda, Antiphon and elsewhere; she reviews in DURA. Her pamphlet Handfast (2016, with Ruth Aylett) explores family experiences – Aylett’s of dementia and McDonough’s of autism.