For one summer, I loved swimming.
I spent hours at the municipal pool
With my eyes open underwater.
The painted concrete at the bottom
Was smooth beneath my feet,
And the lights embedded in the walls
Shone, tiny portholes on a radiant ship.
Pallid legs and tips of feet, like felled timber
pierced my aquamarine haven here and there.
I don’t know where it went, my thirst
For water and chlorine. It passed swiftly
As a season. But the body remembers
These sensations--the desire to be submerged,
To be slowed and cooled, weightless.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009: Quoted from: Alan Lund Gard photography
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It's easy to forget that these are poems inspired by photographs, and I mean that as a compliment, as they hold themselves quite well even without accompanying photos.
ReplyDeleteI love swimming. I should do it more often!
ReplyDelete"And the lights embedded in the walls / Shone, tiny portholes on a radiant ship."
These lines took me right there...