It's not fun unless the pools at least 12 ft deep.
The floor far enough away for my small body
To just scrape with my last breath,
Leaving the drops of air I blow to pass
Like rain showering down, or up. I guess.

With each stroke my fingertips reach closer
To the blurry paleness below. The pressure hugging
My ears like humidity right before a storm
Till they pop and my head is suddenly made lighter
As the sounds of the water unmute themselves rushing.

Finally, I flip in a manner I would never accomplish on land,
Then kick off the ground in one powerful leap.
The ascent so much faster than my downward crawling.

As if instead, I was falling