“Enter The Days…”
Enter the days that remind me.
Remind me of sunshine long ago.
How fresh summer days began with dappling light reflecting off of chlorine blue public pools.
The lane lines seemed to stretch onward forever.
Each stroke belied a deeper thrust at the meaning of life.
The hog’s honest truth is that death was closing in,
No matter how hard I slapped at the water with my hands and feet.
But then somehow out behind the pool, I’d get lost mixing counted sorrows against discarded bottle caps.