he swims in a pool of his own design
not the opal shaped bean style
nor the sharp lines of someone else's rectangle
it isn't an oreo shape most above-grounds emulate
this pool is twisty
with languid lines
that dash beneath fronds
who dare to dip a toe
into these wildly swirling waters


he does laps
he dives down deep
he grasps from the bottom
things he might keep
if they make it
back up to the surface side
sometimes they wriggle too much
d
r
o
p
down and re-hide
beneath his kicking feet
but when he gets one up
it sure tastes sweet

he is naked at best
water strokes his skin
he can still feel the shock
from when he dove in
held lightly
by a swirling mass
he exhales bubbles
they all catch sparkles
from the sunbeams
relentless parade in the sky

arms stroke the surface
feet dance wild
waves are created
from major to mild
from under the water
the world looks quite blurred
he feels like a martini
shaken~ not stirred....