Pools of Longing

Pools of Longing Sara L Russell, July 9th, 03:11am That it might come back to me, that sweet sensation, When i would reach out my arms across the cool light blue ripples and push off from the side. Then would i glide out across the water, as a white crane glides across the sunset, as a white cloud hurries brightly on a warm southerly breeze. There are trees when I go walking; butterflies and wild flowers too. They seem comfort enough for a short time, in parklands and along the lanes. There are trains I may never ride on, there are buses I am still rethinking, There is time enough for drinking in the the cafes and the bars; But oh my stars, what would I give to go back swimming, gliding weightless once again, free as the birds that skim the sky.