we sat by St. Mary’s pool, you leaning
on narrow diving board, your legs dangling
like gold wands toward blue water, I meaning
to praise you, yet blurting as if strangling,
I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Your
blue eyes teared, looked straight ahead, not at me,
slim body slowly sliding to water,
then underwater, my eternity
of imprisoned voices gasping, Oh no!
I dove in, treaded water, watched you rise,
floated in wonder. How your soft smile glowed,
matching gentle eyes. In flowing surprise,
we swam side by side. Though we never spoke,
we seemed somehow to pray. Then I awoke.
Roger Armbrust
November 7, 2010
