A Day At The Pool

On the concrete coast of the edge

of my very own pal’s swimming pool,

I go airborne, matching a wedge,

and I plunge into the water so cool.

I feel the water rushing up my skin,

with the most satisfying, muffled sound,

now that I am in, I open up my fins,

and proceed to flail them all around.

A huge splash of water follows the jump,

leaving my pal and all others in utter shock;

they all bolt to one side, forming a clump,

resembling Siberian cranes migrating in a flock.

As frantically as can be, I get to the surface,

And save me by grabbing the pool’s brim,

it is something which I do just in case,

I forget that I do not know how to swim.