This body of water was so much more than a liquid luxury,
blue when the sky was blue, the clouds floated on its surface…
the reflections of the sun, coated branches of a tree, in vibrating…
illuminating points and shadows of fantasy, when the light was right.
It sustained every heavy thought, of mine when I floated arms stretched.
It made me let go of them all and be buoyant and happy like the ripples…
that blew in on subtle currents, carrying a beach ball right to my side whispering,
“it will be alright,” before it moved away in a capricious change of mind and wind.
You made my heart race when I challenged your length, made my soul flow into your
aquamarine waves, the constant hum of the water being purified, in a cleansing loop…
the hypnotic ritual and pact we agreed upon, each and every time I swam in you.
You were a loyal ear, a wise philosopher; when I sought you out, you enveloped me.
Now you’re drained, your water has disappeared into the hard earth, the dry noon sun.
This gaping white cement hole, is like a death, a tomb left open for all to see and ponder.
The ball sits on the grass inert and paralyzed, while I contemplate this loss of what…
you are for me and in how many ways I know how much I’ll miss you, until your return.
March 27th 2019