Found by the Pool

Lie on my mat,
Wait for the move,
The swirl,
The liquid whisper that frames
The healing.

Lie on my mat.
The water stirs.
Too slow to reach.
Too slow.
Lie on my mat,
Eyes burned by the sun.

The voice flows,
Submerging my mat,
Lifting to the light.
Ride the cascading spiral.
Pick it up.
Walk.
The voice vanishes
Among the dripping faces.

In my hands
Lies my mat.