Wading Pool

Two feet deep
And twenty feet long
My feet are wet,
but not much else
I am safe in the wading pool
I cannot drown here
In a dangerous depth.
The surface shimmers like
The one of the ocean.
Here is the pleasure of the water
But just a little boring now
Need a new toy.
I have my breath,
Cannot be stolen
By anything—
Not death

Nor tremendous
Beauty
The poolside cocktail
Waits for me.

Every visage seen
Once
Twice
Three times more
No new sights just
The same as before
Nothing ugly
Just the same old thing-
A little splash
A little kick.
Turn me over before
I bake.
Oh well, I find no danger here.

No danger if I sit at top,
But I cannot swim
strong and hard
before I break my hands
upon the bottom.
One attempt at depth
Is crushed
Two feet down
on the concrete floor.