The Swimming Pool
The scene is a bit too bright, and the
Water is a bit too tart. Slightly acidic,
But mostly enticing, it feels good to him.
With measured step
He walks up - jumps -
And falls in.
Plunging deeper he tries to see
But the chlorine burns his eyes,
A rhythmic exhale eases the pressure on his ears
But he can’t breathe and is afraid his heart
Will beat out of his chest.
Acquiescing to his pain, he faintly hears a voice beckoning him towards the wall,
Finally reaching the bottom he pushes off the floor,
Frantically kicking towards the surface.
Swallowing his first gulp of air, his back stings as the wind renders an aftershock of motion,
But he happily pulls toward the ladder;
Eager to climb up and plunge again.
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