In August the club pool closed at nine o’clock
those members were too old or too young
to know that the best was still to come
that after dark the cool air on their wet skin
would be a thrill and that to dive into the blue water
now warmer than the air
was to immerse oneself in the womb of the earth
we knew all these things and more in our wordless way
and we waited at the far end of the lot
for Jim to blow his whistle and send the little crowd home.
We shinnied under the back fence
and without a word hit the water, reveling in the sweetness of our larceny.
After an hour or so we were not tired, but wired up for the journey ahead.
The escape from the fixed order of that littel town. From all those things that
hemmed us in and limited us
and into limitless possibility.
“You guys had enough?” Jim asked and we had and he killed the last light and locked the gates and we jumped into the car and left everything that held us back behind.
So we thought.