The automatic doors slide open
And the waft of swimming pool arrives
The metallic sound of splashing legs
As children push across their kickboard floats
The wall of blue that meets the eye
Soothes the ragged soul
This is a church of sorts
A place to hold my body in mid flight
A hit of power coursing through the veins
As one slides into a muffled world
Below the surface you can’t hurt me
I’m in a daydream world.
2 thoughts on “the scent of swimming pool”
There is something almost hypnotic, isn’t there, Rachel, about being in the water. It’s healing on a lot of levels, and it’s no wonder to me that hydrotherapy has had some success. I’ve never been good enough at swimming to compete, but I do enjoy the feeling of swimming.
Just the smell of chlorine brings on all the feels for me. It was the scent of my childhood.