Swimming Whole

He turns to kiss the stone

on which he sits with sun

drenched lips as dragonflies skitter

orange and green splotches

of iridescence across the tempting

water. A blue canopy shimmering

overhead smiles the day into being.

Showing their capacity for infinite patience,

an assembly of massive East County granite gods

solemnly whispers permission as head-first

with a ‘whoop’ and shout

he, now no longer content to only

watch and wait, but gorging

ecstatically on this precise moment

leaps like a cougar onto innocent prey

and catapults into the pool

until toes scrape a rocky bottom.