The Loony Dook

by Seth Crook

Don’t ask about the temperature.
Some rush in,
some calmly stroll like surfers,
or leap from the jetty like vikings
(chasing the last ferry for Valhalla).
Some flap

about the need for goose fat.
Everyone regrets agreeing,
but no-one wants the label “nesh”.
The Collective Will
overturns
The Individual Won’t.

And nobody regrets after.
The looneys are the ones who don’t dook.
Some calmly stroll out, some rush out,
some make-a-showboat-out.
Some of us won’t look this healthy again
until we do it next year.