It is not a crying baby.
But swimming starts as water around you,
until you get over your fear,
and learn to swim to your mom.
It is not a mermaids castle.
But with crazy imaginations
we opened a new world
of creativity and games.
A make believe underwater game,
with flowing hair,
and hidden mysteries and jewels.
It is not an old 80s playlist.
But the radio static that far from the house
only gets a few stations.
And dancing and smiling and singing
are contagious,
especially if it’s your parents.
It is not a summer rainstorm
that moves in faster than anticipated.
But it makes the water shimmer
with the crackling lightning blots,
and the little raindrops
dance on the surface.
It is not the last day of high school.
But it was relaxing
and I needed to work on my tan,
before we put on our robes.
And then went our separate ways
for the summer, and then the fall.
It is not a new home in a new state.
But when you move into a small dorm,
and the weather is always warm,
you start to miss having it.
And the pool at the campus rec
will never be as important as the one
that I grew up in.