Wednesday, August 19, 2009

As I lie by the pool
the thoughts pour in
with the hot summer sun
barely muffled
by the sound of running water
and screaming children.

The tiny waves beckon softly
and I walk in
to the water
made for me--
caressing, gentle, temperature-perfect
and I am grateful
for the now. 

4 comments:

Linda S. Socha said...

Love the line
as I walk into the water made for me...so many levels
Lovely poem
Linda

TACParent said...

I like the play on words, "hot summer sun barely muffled by the sound of running water," as if you can hear the sun. But I totally get the meaning. Nicely done.

Dymphna said...

Thanks to both of you!

Kay said...

One of my favorite parts of summer...sigh....

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