The Deep End

On hot summer days,
the pool was relief.
The dare was in
the deep end.
A big, big breath, then
all the way to the bottom,
feel the rough concrete
    on your feet, then
arms stretched up,
palms together,
pointing to the blue sky,
still visible through the
water’s distortions of light.
Then, bend the knees, and
Push off!
Thrusting up to break free and
Gasp the welcome air.

Now poolside I wait.
Hoping you will reach bottom soon.
Hoping you will want fresh life.
Hoping to see those prayer hands
     breach the water’s wall.​​​​     June, 2025