Submerged

the old sea-pool churns out fun
  frantic heads flick side to side, limbs flashing, thrashing
  some are slicing, cutting through
  elegant submariners chased by water-wake
  here is one of distinction!
  stylistic splasher, appendages pummelling
  plunge under, submerged from sight
  absent for longer than you are prepared to look
  where is he? where's goggle-eyes?
  he's there on the diving board, arm and body poised
  launches out, " Dymo " diving
  flat trajectory, depth-charge slap, bow-wave rippling


  then disappears down the years
  is that really him? no goggles, the next-door house
  distinctly in there somewhere
  reclusive, settled deep in the parental home
  comes up for air, now and then
  bicycle scuttles by, too fast, no time for talk
  submerged by night-time shadows
  the rare morning breaks, he is there! so have a word
  chat about those poolside days
  glimmer in his eyes, about to say, turns away
  hasty retreat back through time
  " Dymo's " really gone now, submerged, bow-wave rippling

  days merge, weeks, months and decades
  we misplace our keys to unlock the present now
  cascading hullabaloo
  our minds fill up with noise, too much whoosh, too much din
  frustration bangs the door
  we exasperate, repeat our repetitions
  submerged below the moment
  grasp at recognition, at memory sticking
  immersion, pressure building
  hold our breath, hold our years inside the pool of joy
  rush up again, what's the fuss?
  hanging on, kick the feet, relaunch, bow-wave rippling

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