Summer Waves

A pool! A pool! the cousins all proclaimed

with eager, longing joy that broke the ice

of years apart, so shy, and words constrained,

but lapping waves of water will suffice

to drain the awkwardness of time away

to sink in depths of laughing, carefree bliss

as voices shout and dive in splashing play,

exhilarate a glee most aqueous.

The water stained by popsicles and plums,

inflated floaties sinking, losing air,

wet toes and fingers wrinkled in the sun,

the drifting leaves, the scent of chlorine hair,

the waves of summer linger in my mind,

the childhood joys and loves we leave behind.