The Pool

By John I. Blair

When I introduce my body
To the water in the pool
It chills me to the core;
I shiver and complain
And wish I could
Remain outside.

But after just a little space
Of time the water
And my body reconcile.
I sense just a pleasant cool,
Floating like a soul
That’s found its home.

And then the hour arrives
To leave the pool behind.
The wind upon my clammy skin
Chills me even more
Than I had been before.
I wish I didn’t need to go.

Funny thing, though.
Once I’ve gone a pace
Or two beyond the pool,
I start to love the air again
And would not dream of being
Anyplace but there.

©2006 John I. Blair