why i love swimming pools :: faith shearin
I grew up in a resort town where they were
as frequent as houses. I love their false blue
which is more vivid than the sky and their shapes:
rectangle, L, oval, diamond. Some have waterfalls,
palm trees that rustle just above your head.
I like the smell of chlorine, the ladies
in sunglasses as still as human sacrifices
on their chaise lounges. There are umbrellas,
those swirls of happiness, and lifeguards dressed
in eternal youth. We wear sunscreen
thick with coconut oil and the rooms where we change
into swimsuits are like the telephone booths
Superman used. Like him we are different in our new form:
weightless, able to jump from high places and survive.