Backyard Pool

By | 10 June 2013

1.

Viewed from the decking
above, your best
friend’s pool holds the afternoon
as a wobbly electricity.

At the edge: puddles
of deflated colour,
white plastic chairs,
a garden, other redundancies.

2.

Far below the workings of sun,
the surface-war
of kick and churn,
beyond the naked decibels,

there
time goes strange –

never more alone to yourself,
as you drift
in the company
of a vast slow-thumping heart.

3.

After the reign of traffic
and parents,
when night cools the water
to an ideal skin,

the only sound’s the tink-
tink-tinkle
of silver drops from a hand
lifted to place
a stroke.

And we’re careful
with our voices
so the moon won’t overhear.

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