mundane: in the pool

there was I,
floating on my back
looking at the purple sky
with three stars blinking
and pink cloud formations sweeping across

there was I,
listening to the sound
of the water humming in my ears
blocking others out,
closing me in

there was I,
caressed by a faint memory of Her;
put in a giant jar and cleansed by chemicals
but still: her, the first love of my life

I feel confident:
these two will hold me when I'm weak,
they will sooth me when I'm sore
-- and if she won't, at least She will