sank twice before he floated above me

michael dives twice into the lake on sunday
only sunday
and here goes nothing, he lays flat on the water

float away like summer did and let me
sink or swim, not really knowing how to do

how to do



wondering if smiles will change the rubbish floating by
him into water lillies and pond beauty, but there he goes
just smiling and floating and singing heartsongs at the
top of his lungs to me, wondering if i'll also come in, will
you also come in? those eyes and my weakness both floating by

the pond gives me a headache, but here goes nothing anyhow
i jump in and he can't believe it, he can't believe it,
i can't believe it

but in the sink or swim of things, i really jumped, and there goes my
fear of dirt and the unknown
the unknown dirt

i smile with my legs flapping, hearing, it's only small fish biting you right now
but i have no urge to leave despite this
i have no urge to jump back out
what happens in the pond stays in the pond
and it happened
it happened twice


and the next morning the only remnants of that swim are the nibs on my legs
from the fish that couldn't get enough of me, no matter how much i shook them off
and michael comes by and i'm sick, too much pond water swallowed,
but his arms around me shy my smile wide
and here goes nothing, i only swim with you

Short introduction; short.

Simple poems and creative writing tidbits, anything not by me is credited.