Infinity Pool

I had it in the night, the image,

but lacked the energy or will

to magic my body through

my own fourth wall and lower

myself, spit-spot, into the page.

But I saw, I just about recall,

a blue rectangle not quite blank

held up against blue sky, blue sea

so you weren’t supposed to tell

the edge, the stitching, or the seams.

And I am folding it now, this pool,

corner to corner, line to line,

so as to carry about with me

its deep blue scrap of  lie.

But carrying folded water

isn’t feasible. You know that.