Poem by Dan Stone
You might think this
rather strange.
It might seem
I’ve sunk so low
I’m sitting at the bottom
of the pool.
Rest assured
it’s just a whim,
reality that I’ve
rearranged
into a wonky dream.
I did go for a swim
I felt the need
to make a splash,
to float and cool
my oh so weary bones,
my too thinned skin
the rest is just
a little magic
that we’re making here,
a bit of messing
with your mind.
You know the song, right?
Birds gotta swim,
fish, they gotta fly?
It might be playing
loose and fast
but it’s no lie.
Don’t try so hard
to make it clear.
Just relax.
Lighten up
about those
bulging, judging eyes.
That’s all I’m saying.
You might think this
rather strange.
It might seem
I’ve sunk so low
I’m sitting at the bottom
of the pool.
Rest assured
it’s just a whim,
reality that I’ve
rearranged
into a wonky dream.
I did go for a swim
I felt the need
to make a splash,
to float and cool
my oh so weary bones,
my too thinned skin
the rest is just
a little magic
that we’re making here,
a bit of messing
with your mind.
You know the song, right?
Birds gotta swim,
fish, they gotta fly?
It might be playing
loose and fast
but it’s no lie.
Don’t try so hard
to make it clear.
Just relax.
Lighten up
about those
bulging, judging eyes.
That’s all I’m saying.
