In pools of life and love and words, we congregated,
People lost and found and lost again, swimming
Uphill – were those the words – swimming uphill,
But we were and we did and we do and we could
Because we had to, as the waters washed by.
And all we could do was dream where they went
Whilst we, the swimmers, sought out our pools,
Because that’s what we always did: it’s all we knew.
I still dream about the ocean that largest pool of all.


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