Revolving door permits my entry

Acronymed athletic area’s class

Wafting chlorine assaults the nose

I find the frosted fractured glass

Refractions create twilight wars

Had we just walked on stone?

The floor’s texture escapes me now

Seems a fever dream of centuries past

But the memories appear somehow

When seventeen arrives on time

Round the corner and see past

The faux ocean’s thirty yards

Temperature controlled environment

Rubber augments strewn far

Chlorine coats my mind

Submerged swimmers reach upward

And say a silent prayer

“I hope the surface tension breaks

And lets me breathe the air”

The bubble effortlessly shatters

Summer aches and fall encroaches

And bring a chilly winter whisper

Yet those lapping the indoors

Say the air doesn’t feel crisper

Their odyssey continues on

Rhythmic floaters take survival

And form an acrobatic art

A human statue gone in a splash

Suspended from the start

They return with the chlorine.