Christopher Walsh, September 2014
A comforting pressure, enveloping, cradling:
It both supports and yields.
Breathe deeply enough, hold air enough, and you're atop it
With water-streaked chest and wrinkled swim trunks at the first stages of cooling in the air
And, below you, the ambient warmth of the pool.
Float there a moment.
Watch the sky-color, the clouds adding shape to your view
-- as if through a fish-eye lens; how apropos;
Look straight up and your vision seems bent compared to your usual horizontal sight.
You can ignore the horizon from here if you want;
It can be a frame, instead of a border.
You can feel, if for a moment, that you may simply fall up into the sky.
But the water holds.
(Well, so does gravity, but the water has its own pull.)
In the water, you can safely tilt your world;
A more three-dimensional movement is possible.
Kicks and strokes take you through, into, within the pool
And now the warmth is all around you, enveloping.
Sound is compressed, simplified -- ignore-able, if you wish.
Take your breath with you. You'd miss it if you hadn't inhaled it.
Break the surface. The surface doesn't mind.
And, later, eventually, you return fully to the air
Stepping out or climbing out to begin to dry
And the pool...settles. And waits.
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