Katie

16

SWEET TIME

Toes touch water,
Tentative first step morphing
Into flying leap.

Under the water, we are weightless
At limbo between sky and water,
Immersed in blue.

Time, the gentle ebb of the waves
Twists around us,
Making weeks seem like hours,
This day, eternity.

Slap of feet on burning cement,
Sticky popsicle juice mingling
With chlorinated water.

Time, sweet time
Slipping through our fingers, like the water,
Elusive as the shadows we chased in the sun--
But the memories clung,
Sticking like the popsicle residue
That defined those summer days.