9/5/12 2:50pm
last swim of the summer
growing up i only enjoyed the pool when
others were around to enjoy it with me.
as i get older i find myself drawn to it not
for comradery, but rather the sedation it offers.
from the first dip below the surface i’m already lost.
the sounds from the world above remain exactly that.
a chance for the nothingness to fill my ears with
dense sounds of water’s weight.
drop’s sounds are magnified to hear the alien
communications they really are.
below i am unable to catch the very breath that i need
to go on living.
it’s impressive that while denying a body it’s most
essential need it still has the ability to create in the
near-wake of it’s death.
the body shortly after forces the mind against it’s will
to ascend.
the closest thing to dreaming while awake ive experienced.
a dragonfly has become curious of me and i of it while
taking this dip.
it is the first time possibly for us both to be close to each
others kind.
the way it floats around me with absolute confidence
confirms it’s interest.
slowly I extend a wet hand to offer a temporary landing
space.
it makes use of my hand as we both sit observing one another.
i do my best to rotate my hand three hundred and sixty-five
degrees to get a good look at this creature i’ve skimmed
over without a second thought most my life.
as my hand rotates it’s eyes appear to never lose track of mine
a throbbing erection makes itself known.