water isn’t blue
it isn’t
but think about it

looking at the pool my feet were in
I realized that the blue walls were made
by someone, somewhere, to try to more accurate
get at
the Platonic concept of a pool,
when viewed, just the right way; to get me
experientially equating
that crisp blue waves were inherit
when really
it was me, in the crisp clarity of the water
that was the pool
and the rest were just confines