Blue Hole

They sit and lay beneath the cool shade Of cypress trees, around the exposed roots And feathered foliage on beach blankets, With backpacks, picnic basket full of snacks, Sandwiches, and drink. Very relaxed. The chatter sounds, shouts and laughter, Like a flock of birds on tree boughs, Making tracks to the Blue hole A clear blue-green watery playground. It's quite cool, but you get used to it quickly, Especially on a hot summer day of swimming. In swim suits or cut-off jeans, they swing out On the rope swing, hanging of a limb. Or, jumping off the edge of the bank, Into the glistening surface of the water below, Breaking the surface. A lot of fun and no one gets hurt. The light starts slowly etching by and wild gray And fire color flow through the horizon. It all comes to an end and the ride home is quiet. 6/2/2021