At The Poolside

Above were a few birds hovering And an airplane passing My grand-daughter put on her swim dress And cap She then put on her goggles Wet herself under the tap She plunged into the azure water Began swimming That day was quite sunny and hot Even at 5 pm That solitary silence and solitude I always welcome I too put on my goggles and plunged Into the azure All the strokes my grand-little did I too did But the way She enjoyed was different From the way I did As none else was there to watch me I was all at ease All wrong strokes..yet I could Inebriate that solitary azure That trance of bliss afloat Was I away from the real "That's it granny", moments later Little girl nudged me How could she know that I too was swimming Hers was real, mine was virtual But you know my imageries, I'm sure As a poet