And indeed I remember believing

As a child, I could walk on water—

The next wave, the next wave—

It was only a matter of balance.

Gwen Harwood, ‘At Mornington’

Our love and our love alone

Keeps dowsing for water.

Sinking the well of each other, digging together.

Each one the other’s phantom limb in the sea.

Marin Sorescu, ‘Fountains in the Sea’

(translated by Seamus Heaney)