This morning I went swimming at Commonwealth Pool. The background music at the pool contains a lot of songs from the early Beetles, from the 60’s and 70’s. It’s like being young and living at home again. I join the solitary lane swimmers and pull against the water, moving from darkness to light as I swim through the dancing sun beams coming through the windows, and write this poem.
If I Were A Trout
When I swim up next to you
We two would swim the trail of the trout before us.
We fight our way upstream,
Between and over the water- smoothed rock paths
Reaching the air and flashing our rainbow tails,
Which glint in the luminous light- a tiny cameo of the heavenly rainbow.
We would pass by fires burning the forests
And swim through the reflected red in the water.
We stir the silt-filled earth, which flows shattered downstream,
As we careen over, through and past the elements.
Ignoring, destroying, changing- being changed.
The light illuminates,
The earth moves,
Water flows by,
Both joining and separating us.