Waiting the Hour


I used to swim a lot

Back and forth across the pool

Down to the bottom, where

There was clarity up-close

I learned the different strokes

And what was then


I’m unsure how that’s changed,

What’s preferred about

Administering the kiss of life

And such

Eventually, I would tire

But there was such a store

To keep me going then

To bring me back next day

Heat in the air, cold water

The extremes were not the issues

I’m only sick

I will recover,

Which means I’m overdoing


When I’m better I’ll, you know,

Test the waters


C L Couch



Photo by Zbysiu Rodak on Unsplash

Calle de San Andrés, Golf del Sur, Spain