pooling

yesterday the littlies and i
went to the swimming
near the city
the afternoon sun baking us as we drove
running late of course
slipping and sliding through traffic lights
and back streets
for the start of lessons
EK
my young poet
met the most beautiful woman
who was to assess her
I mean what can you assess
in a seven year old
who hates swimming?
EK is a nervous swimmer
and this lovely elegant african willowly goddess
gathered her up and she was
dipping and diving in no time
emerging from the shallow water
with a smile on her face
shaking with surprise
at the cold or herself
i don't know
anyhow
we start the lessons next week
to be the great bronzed young free strong australians
we were destined to be?
Nah.
It's an indoors pool man!
And old CK here may even get in a few laps
or a sit in the sauna
or maybe even just read
the gita or the gospels
with a coffee
or green tea
and watch the rest of humanity
pass him by or
straining with some sort of effort
yelling at their kids to
come on
do better
be better
i say
just let them
be
but
there are probably
worse places to be on an afternoon
than here

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