By Jessica Oakwood
We swim together sometimes
at the weekend.
We don’t do lengths
we just float around aimlessly in the pool.
It’s a small one, attached to the kind of hotel
that’s popular for weddings.
It is often just us in there.
That’s my favourite
when we’re the only people
in the water
and we hold our palms together
and go around in circles
until I feel dizzy.
He never does.
He likes to spin in circles on solid ground
if no one is watching.
We’re both autistic, FYI.
In the water, we talk about everything
under the sun and the sky and the stars
As the light cascades into the pool
leaving a dappled imprint on the azure blue water.
I think of our friendship this way too –
as though we are floating through life together
swimming in circles.
Occasionally he will try to prise me out of the water
recreating the lift from Dirty Dancing.
And we will splutter and splash around
until things are righted again.
We are having the time of our lives too
I would say it’s without a care in the world
but I carry cares with me,
many of them.
But while we float in the water