Colors on a Gray Day

Just over a year ago, I stood at the edge 

of the Natatorium pool, preparing for swim practice,

when I noticed the prisms of color spreading 

from the edges of the lane stripes.

They are a constant, changing with the flow of the water,

undulating and pulsing colored light.

I've taken pictures and made drawings as

I search for a way to bring their beauty to life

on canvas. This search adds movement

to the drawings of the swimmers,

although what interests me most is the

movement of the water over 

and around their bodies;

it's interesting to see the distortions

the moving water makes as an underwater 

swimmer pushes off the wall.

And so, on this gray day, as the breezes

gust through now barren trees,

I find color and comfort in the water

as I watch and swim in the "concrete box."