She wondered
With one quick thought
Who he was
And where was he going
Becoming quickly familiar with
His sun-kissed curly hair
And eyes of baby algae;
The kind that floats on
A warm lake
Late in the afternoon
Only for a moment she allowed
Her tanned skin to
Submerge in their coolness
And she wanted to never
Return to the surface
But she could only hold her
Breath for so long
Finding it was realistic
For her to float
In some comfortable
Puddle of water
She soon became familiar
With distance
And her inability
To swim
But she remembered
Him and the summer’s past
And she found a way
To stop treading,
Hold her breath
And jump in deep,
Happily never
Reemerging.
