Sink or SWIM #poetry

pool lavandar

I wondered then

was I thrown into the pool at two

like I threw my dog in

to assure she wouldn’t drown

eyes bug out at me pleading for a rescue

and I knowing my parentage know

a bugged out plea

would have done little

“but she can swim”

*

so you see

it was really like that

sinking or swimming

is it a wonder then

when you sit on the thinker’s mat

your fingers weaving illogical actions

that you dive off a cliff

and the implications are

deeper than the sea

*

WHY NOT?

 launch your boat

for the first time in a storm

after all what better way to

 test if she is hail, will float

waves will crest

but then so do trials

before you tame them

in bath water mildly  hot

*

It’s more fun to

 get on the back of a hog

knowing little about the driver

except he is a reckless sort

you’ll ride to hell and beyond

after all isn’t that

what his jacket

says you’ll do?

*

and

at the end of the day

when you retrieve another cracked board

because someone had shouted “Surf’s Up”

you shake hands with the last rays

of the day

glad that your first lesson was

  breathing under water

receeding tide

 

“it’s better to walk alone than with a crowd going in the wrong direction”

Diane Grant

Another great prompt from Susan at Poet’s United Midweek Motif – Swimming