The David Hockney Pool Paintings
They say when I fell in the pool,
the once timid water got so high,
it was like a white volcano.
The water gave me everything
the air never could.
It suffocated me, pleasantly.
I was drowning myself while in my underwear
and that man watched on,
at peace.
I didn’t want to come up,
because I was avoiding the naked asses
of my friends.
The scene wasn’t straight from the tube blue.
It was something more.
After a while,
the sheer color made me want
to breathe.
And now I appreciate the rolling hills
that looked over me in the pool.
Seen and admired,
Now green with envy.
Not of the swimmers,
but the air that was so beautiful.