a history
of augean
attempts

to achieve
arrival at

a place
where we
feel our feet
under us

enough

to say
what we
wanted to

if not vacation
at least a
swimup desk

lazy float limbs
film a surface
like leftover lily

leaves & i am now
some symbiont
of this too-hot
pool still more

cool than all that
overhead ocean
of desert air

too hot to not
let him logroll &
sink me sans a
shriek or splash

i feel
too much
like less

ultraviolet
revelries writhe atop grit
with saltwet licked limbs