I'm swimming on my back,
Backwards,
Going for the first mile,
Looking up past the palm trees,
Way up beyond the lights in the blue blue pool,
Those charcoal clouds,
Changing shape as I beat a steady backstroke,
Washing thin over the bright white Moon,
Shape of a huge dragon across two-thirds the sky,
That baleful Moon is its staring eye,
Watching insect me scoot back-and-forth,
Turning its cloud head this way and that,
Or is it Thunderbird,
Watching,
Watching,
Three nights now,
I keep on my mission,
Yet wonder what is coming,
Why am I this week's show?
Swim for it buddy.
Swim for it.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/02/2017