Day 17: Interlude
The light sits by the length of the pool
and dips itself in shy tremors
like a curious child brimming
to discover the liquid world.
Tiles at the corner of the pool
fade away, melting lines
as I swim past the lamp
a water moth attracted to the reflection
of a set sun
The short apartments in all their 3-storied stature
and the once upon a times and happily ever afters
of their inhabitants
surround the pool on all three sides.
The homely porch lights greet returning fathers
with warm voices and the tinkle of scratched cutlery
that fit the contours of one’s palm –
they live in the cosiest French restaurants of their making.
Floating on my back the constructions cradle me
like a fracture in a shell, a window into the world
the lamp a rich yolk
chlorine water the whites
and I, a content blemish.
The warmth of a bowing day lingers on
as the next performer takes humble stage
with piano notes of rich tone
and quiet bliss that float down
in inert cascades
to soak in an interlude.