The Long-distance Swimmer

I placed an earthen jar on the Kentish coast,
not far from our marital home.  I waited whilst
its breath escaped, and, watched
as the sea and the sand rushed in.
It aped such human sounds as moaning
cries as over washed the wind.
Then I laid me down beside my love, beneath
the sun as the surf in eddied alcoves swirled
and after swam alone, toward the dark, distant shore.