The day after you left

I began to swim

Direct to the south island

You were the wave

In my little swimming pool

They didn’t know anything

But stared

I bubbled, twinkled, floated

Like a silver slim fish

Gratefully indulged in

A kind of sticky but transparent mood

Are you Poseidon?

Are you over the edge?

However, the Inspiration

But only a prey for people pray

I could just last-ditch to the oncoming turbulence

The only watercourse

You are my waves