Why I Love The Wave Pool Poem by Stephanie Eve Kane Arado

Sunlight bouncing like a squash game
Glimmeringly translucent limpid blue
Enforced by red teenaged guards
Whose place of authority is serious and new

Children pace alongside a white gate
Emblematic of the American ideal
Signaling the resurgence of recreation
Forty five minutes to laugh, scream and heal

As the guards raise their whistles more kids clump
Young ones, teenagers, some glitzy some rough
Staking out their claim on cement behind the fence
Jaws set, they gaze out at wide empty blue stuff

A blast from the whistle and all the kids leap
Springing toward the inner depths of a 4ft pool
Instantly crowded by a diverse microcosm
The red guard relaxes their iron clad rule