Beach Ball Recalls
For almost a decade now,
a beach ball has been firmly wedged
between skeletal roof cross beams
at my local swimming pool
No doubt some kid kicked too hard,
and it accidentally got wedged tight
But come on!
ten years later and still it’s stuck up there,
albeit slightly deflated
Every week when I’m doing backstroke lengths,
I look up and wonder, if actual information
is still contained within the ball,
Perhaps a stale essence of
chewing gum flavoured breath lingers inside
But what if that person is now deceased,
could part of the dead person’s breath
be trapped inside the ball,
Why do certain observations evoke
such thoughts within my mind
Maybe I’m overthinking again!
just like that time I purposely spat into an open sewer,
and wondered if the spit
would live on down there with the rats forever
Bits of me are scattered throughout time
Broken nails
grazed skin
blood,
Information is never really lost,
it’s completely indestructible
Past moments can flood forth almost at a whim
recombobulated back into existence
by sights, sounds, scents,
all mosaicked together by particles of abstract information
Damn that beach ball
with its unknown,
yet knowable contents
Why won’t those lazy pool attendants take it down,
do they believe it’s haunted,
or am I the only one who thinks about its breath
as I’m doing lengths
Still not all moments are bad,
some are really great,
until others permeate into my psyche,
creating images I hate
Threading time together
treading water forever
When I spat into that open sewer,
did it make the rats less or more impure
Probably the latter
of that, I’m pretty sure!
Anyway the beach ball
was probably inflated by a pump!
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2023
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