One Last Splash

One Last Splash

The sea—
an enormous sheet of glass.
Its ‘silent’ movement
rocked the group
plunged in as if for
one final hurrah.

There they were
like the Rockets…
one after the other ready to
step, kick, glide and then
swoon.

Their attire—
endless colors
and the hues melted
within the waxy waters.

I was ready…
eager.
I, too, wanted to set sail~~~
one last splash
before FALL would welcome
the winter.

Then…
each one began to call,
‘Pick me, pick me, oh please
pick me…’

Rising to the surface,
I went down.
We ‘met’
a first time
yet, a first of many.

We danced
like there was no
tomorrow—
and, the tide
lured us home.