TIME FLOATS BY
Conversations bubble at the waters’ surface
Brilliant sunlight casts piercing, penetrating rays
Waves rush against youthfully untarnished skin
Smiles enshroud eager faces.
Warm zephyrs of sunscreen fogs early morning air.
Lungs suffused with chlorinated pools and freshly cut grass
Jazz music plays recycled repeats of smooth, summer ambiance
Faux palm trees wade in shallow, crusted sandy-bottomed water.
Vibrant colors breathe of summer hues
Lifeguards languish the heat of red suit attention
Mothers tan pale, worn, care-taking skin.
Children carouse in freedom of school’s open gate.
For the work? It will wait.
For now? We play.
As chocolate lined cone-wrapped ice cream melts worries away.
Tan lines forming.
Soaking. Splashing. Warming.
Playing. Loving. Laughing.
Deep water dash.
Proud fathers – the myth of work’s provision they belie.
Waters’ edge watch, nothing is lost, but the drowning time perpetually floating by.