The Swimming Pool (Conor O’Callaghan), Dolce far niente

Dolce far niente

 

Swimming pool at the Costa Blanca and Benidorm door Hubertine Heijermans, 1997

 

The Swimming Pool

It goes under, the cursor, whenever I place my finger
on the space bar and hold it like this for a minute.
The blue screen shimmers the way a pool’s sunlit
floor moves after the splash of a lone swimmer.

As long as this minute lasts, the season is somewhere
between July and dawn: the soundless underwater
of sandals left out overnight and garden furniture,
that will end, but could just as easily go on forever.

I could be forgiven for forgetting that it was ever there.
The pool is only still again when I take away my finger.
Unthinking, and unable to hold its breath any longer,
as much as two pages further, it comes up for air.

 

Conor O’Callaghan (Newry, 1968)
Collage van Newry

 

Zie voor de schrijvers van de 25e juli ook mijn blog van 25 juli 2018 en eveneens mijn blog van 25 juli 2017.

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