The day is hot
The sun hides behind clouds
Blocking out poisonous rays
The pool is warm.

A breeze in the air
Is soft and gentle
Over powered by chlorine
Cools my wet skin
Clear, pale green, shimmering
waters of a disturb pool.

I search for inspiration
Thoughts
Without ratification
No one around me, to see the pain
As I attempt to exit the pool
Those who don't see,
Don't believe.

I try not to explain the obvious
The pool has become my playground
Where I move with ease
Making fancy footwork
Look easy.

Looking kind of cool
For a man who walks with a cane
I exit
While looking at my reflection
In the distorted waters of the pool
Not too cool.


By: William Bonilla
2/25/05