by Roland King
A poem of fluid experience
|Initial plunge. Goosebumps on the top half
as the bottom half is already submerged.
Still on tiptoes, an air bubble ballooning my swim shorts
like a ridiculous petticoat. I squeeze out the air bubble
and shiver slightly.
My skin up top burns from 105 heat,
but below it’s shockingly cool and right around my belly button
it does not seem to know which way is up.
Taking a few deep breaths, I then hold my breath.
Head goes under.
Fight an urge to gasp.
Teeth grit slightly.
Then temperature adjusts.
World goes silent except for bubbles in the ears.
Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge" week 22
Prompt: What feelings do you associate with cold water?