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
“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
penned in moon dust 