Lifeguarding

_Daisy

Lifeguarding seems easy until you learn

how to do it

properly.

 

Every five seconds,

I count heads:

sometimes there is one or two 

that I do not see

exiting

the pool.

I panic, and scan the pool

once more.

 

A new headcount.

 

If someone were to die

silently,

tragically,

lonely,

I wouldn't be able to

stand myself.

 

It is stressing,

yet easy,

yet hard,

yet important

yet . . .

 

The list goes on

and on.

 

It's hard being a lifeguard,

but it's even harder being a lifeguard on land.

  • Author: dase-y (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 1st, 2022 19:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: I work as a lifeguard during the summer, and it's a very stressful job when there are a lot of people. Towards the end of the poem, I remembered that I am a lifeguard, not only at the pool, but also on land---for my friends.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments2

  • dark_aura0_0

    I never thought about how stressful it must be to be a lifeguard. If someone were to die, people would automatically blame the lifeguard for not doing their job properly.

    • _Daisy

      mhm, and legal stuff would be drawn in on top of the guilt. Some of my fellow lifeguards think of lifeguarding as something closer to a bikini competition actually, and that's really frustrating for all the reasons that just popped up in your head.

    • L. B. Mek

      (a wonderful analogy
      really well written and its brevity
      so so deep, for those willing
      to dive within your subtle, metaphors
      and excavate the wisdom, within..
      thanks for sharing and inspiring
      my little scribbled reply)
      indeed, I imagine that's a stressful responsibility
      for those that apply themselves with integrity..
      but
      also, it's a very brave position
      to place yourself
      since, there are so many deserted
      beaches
      that never see a lifeguard
      as in, just like
      on land
      where there are so many, lover's
      bereft of love
      and kind souls, denied
      that warmth of friendship...
      this, reminds me
      we must All, be grateful
      for whatever gifts we're afforded
      on our stormy, seafronts
      of life...!

      • _Daisy

        that's a very lovely freestyle!



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