Michaela arranged it. On the quayside
in old Cambrils she sells tickets
to seekers after thrills, those
who would glide above blue waters
lit by shimmering summer sunlight.
She passed us over to her two friends
on board the smartly sleek speed boat.
Once beyond the harbours arms,
once out on the open water
they prepared our safety harness,
our tackle untangled, our ropes made ready
while we watched, staying out of harm’s way.
They smiled in friendship and aloft we went.
Our big, beautiful brightly coloured
parachute became our sail.
The rope holding us to the deck
became our shared umbilical cord.
Together in the breeze above
we smiled and laughed in delight
as we gently turned along the coast.
Changing patterns in the sea were visible now,
forty shades of blue water beneath
and above all so peaceful and serene.
No adrenaline rush this, instead we
were content to let the water, the air, ourselves,