Pool Thoughts - Diane Scantlebury

The sun dances
In crazy patterns
Random and mesmerising
On the white pool wall
As my thoughts float
Over the tepid water
Broken only by
The hum of the pump
Then drift up
Into the mildly steamy air
Through the window
In the bluest of blue sky
Cliché foamy clouds glide
With no urgency or purpose
To an unknown destination
Beyond the edge of the frame
Splish
The slap of the tangy water
Breaks my reverie
And I swim to the side

Diane Scantlebury