Pool Poem by Sergio Savioli

My names Akirana Rospomon - I'm half frog and half toad - I hang out in the Oberryow - flip flopping and striding through the never-ending long white tunnel to the Tragluft pool - reaching beyond the shallows in search of the celestial turquoise where I favour above all else the free style - plunging deep into the pennant-festooned waters - or else standing high on the highest board surveying the rippling scene and lane lines while below the unknown placid depths await before I anxiously plummet into the void - hitting and breaking the hard wet surface in a massive splash - a burst of tiny bubbles - pulling myself slowly ever deeper - breath held tight - holding it for who-knows-who - that's me in the spotlight - that's me in the corner rising...

Then speeding down the chute - feet first - into that glistening blue where memories come crashing in - flooding in - beacons light up other legs - fellow creatures who stare and play - Amor ch'a nullo amato amar perdona - Love that exempts no one loved from loving in return - but even Dante can get it very wrong - only the waters embrace me and I embrace them in return - as they glimmer and gush, gush and glimmer - Akirana Rospomon - why are you so wan?