by the pool

a poem

the water mutters to herself

below me, clear and bright

flowing outward and inward

patterned waves, glittering with light

the laughs, the cries, the splashing

still, she's only breathing, in and out

forever moving, lovingly, proudly

spreading and receding, the untold route

and she falls

plummeting towards herself

bellowing with each sharp strike

bright as the head of a match

until she is one again