Fever Water

Poetry and Photography Christine L. Frissora, MD

Film of water thin sheet of liquid ice dripping over a hill in front of us over the hill spilling into the green valley below in a fever are voices fading I am sleeping waking walking toward the film of water pouring into the hillside He wants to see me swim Ironman pink cap goes on goggles are on top I am too tired to put the goggles on first head pounding they said the water was cold the water is soluble cool relief I am gliding through it cool waves on my skin on my face shoulders loosening already Slim Aaron’s people in white robes lounge around the pool there is a voice or 2 the liquid is all mine I hover at the corner of eternity between laps once or twice take off the goggles arms up propel to the bottom only 6 inches past my head soft coolness fever breaking head ice pick stop for now sliding through the water film Fever broken