Do you remember the journey to our pond?
Next to the house, shrouded by trees.
We’d swim with Baba, and Apu and Khala.
5am, all of us bathing in the coolness, before
The sun would boil the ground.
Dissolving into the depths of water,
Our water, under the coconut trees.
And when you came to England,
You would fill your house with plants
To remind you of the green. Dreaming
Of lakes and rivers and fishing ponds;
Picking fruit off our banana trees.
Swimming swimming; swimming in your youth.
When you became a mother,
Again into the water, you would cradle
Your children, and take them on your back.
Swimming. The deepness washing over each of you.
Carrying them out to harbour.
Remembering when you would swim every morning
In our family pond, with our father.
India, Bengal/Bangladesh, UK
9th October 2016