My neighbour joins (a fellow mum), our children stranded inside,
The current pulses against pale thighs: we are re-entering our lives.
I wait for the sun, counting down to one, feeling resistant,
Once in I can barely swim, the river churns and thumps - equally incalcitrant.
A man eyed me from the bank, dangling his flaccid limbs in the stream,
His stares diminished by the undulating phalanx flowing in between.