Born AgainA Poem by A.T.B.
I remember a summer’s day at a pool my father took me to in no more than four or five. from the pool, I could see the blue expanse of the its horizon merchant ships and fishing trawlers dotted. the sun high above blew hot air on us like the mouth of a giant furnace. the ground a smoldering coal made people scamper to the cool water of the pool. some eased into it. others jumped with screams of joy. the pool pulsated with life. it exuded happiness. I was riveted. my fears drifted away as if blown by the breeze. I ran to the edge and looked at the crystal clear water. I threw a foot in it. refreshing. exciting. inviting. the heat pounded on my shoulders and head burning. the bottom looked very near. So I jumped. and there was silence. cool refreshing silence first. then, my feet did not make it to the bottom. my head was below the water. even with my arms extended straight above, my fingers couldn’t break the surface. my eyes were open. I took a breath. water filled my mouth. came through my nostrils. I could feel it in my ears. my hands dog-paddled. my feet kicked. I drank water. and more water. and more water. I reached a shiny ladder. I pulled myself up. I staggered about like a waif. crying. snotty. dizzy my stomach distended like a balloon. my lungs starved for air. me, starved for a life I'd hardly learned to appreciate. all around me, laughter and happiness. the pressing heat from the sun. and the cooling breeze from the ocean. © 2009 A.T.B.Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 5, 2009 Last Updated on March 16, 2009 Previous Versions AuthorA.T.B.http://cabalamuse.wordpress.comAboutI am neither fish, fowl, nor good red herring (from ASK THE DUST by John Fante.) I'm the author of writings that are yet to be understood. Soon, the world will catch on. more..Writing
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