The Swimming Pool

The glorious jeweled beauty of our pool!
Like moonlight, starlight, sacred like the sun!
As sweet as shadows on a dune: a cool
And mesmerizing thing when work is done,
When work's undone a tantalizing jewel!
With each warm breeze the turquoise ripples run
And water shadows move, like a swift school
Of shimmering minnows, or silk spun
From liquid diamonds: bright, and clear, and cool.
On sultry summer days an orison,
Oasis where innocent pleasures rule,
In languorous nights a blithe oblivion!
A glorious thing! Like Debussy's Image!
Alas, now gone, it's only a mirage.


Copyright 2002 Anissa Nedzel Gage