Summer Fun by the Pool

They are fish disguised as people.
In the vast ocean that is their magic.
To forget who they are
and swim at the pool.
Fish souls,
who read books and use suntan oil,
not knowing they are fish.
And it has always been this way.
I however,
remember walking from the waves,
waving to my friends,
telling them
the sky is not the sea,
but a place I’d like to try
for the moment of a lifetime.
To watch children play in a little sea,
to see birds swim in the nothingness of air,
and return after the summers of a life.
To tell a tale,
of being by a shining pool,
where people who are fish
came to play,
forgetting who they are.