There were ashes in the pool water this morning–
from a town [almost] burning down,
and a mountain [really] burning to the ground.
The mountain is smoldering–
no longer angry, but still at least a little mad,
I try not to stare as I adjust my goggles.
The lady the next lane over is *serious* about her laps.
I see her checking my progress behind her,
making sure I never catch her–
I’m not trying.
trying to catch ash in my fingers
Serious swimmer checks her time,
my goggles are too tight
and I’m getting a headache.