I have been river

let's go skinny dipping again

To go swimming at the Vico, I followed my friend through a small gap in the wall, over a metal railway bridge, and down a cliff-hugging ramp lined with bright blue handrails. The aegean blue Irish Sea was as calm as the sun-warmed air. Down below, someone jumped off the rocks with a playful splash. The chats and the laughs rang around the rocky dyke while we waited for two more friends to arrive.

Across the doorway of the blinding white concrete hut,
'Let's go skinny dipping again’ in stencilled blue letters.

Then –
a deep shuddering rumble, a heave and a swell.

It could have been the wake from a distant ship, but there was none to be seen on the bright horizon.

The sea thundered herself awake, stirring as if from a deep slumber.
Waves sloshing against the rocks and over the wall;
Surf swirling and eddying around the steps;
Surface suddenly whipped up in a froth where there was only stillness before.

An tonn

An tonn is the mythical wave that travels from the open ocean onto the coast of Irelan…