Dr Nick Read

Bliss

And after I had washed the mud from my legs,

I stood naked on the step, in the cold rain

that swept up the valley from the sea,

while you poured warm water

onto the back of my neck and the

shivering skin between my shoulder blades.

Do it again, I cried, and you did

until the laughing bowl was empty

and I ran in to dry by a chattering fire.