Wednesday, April 30, 2008

THE POOL AND I

The pool
cool and collected
mirroring the sky blue and clean
turns all muddled
when I step in.

When I step out
the ripples cease
and the sky comes
clean and blue back to the pool
calm and cool.

2 comments:

Quackster said...

A neat little poem about a common observation. I like it

Your Teacher Marion said...

I love this. It isn't just a pool. It is feels like our part in eternity. (I obviously don't express myself quite as eloquently)