Sonnet of Remembrance II - The Blue of Beauty

I see a bunch of people by the pool,

Talking and drinking grown-up soda, free;
And yet a bunch of people looks like school:
I'm much more taken with the mystery,
So foot on foot I waddle to the blue,
Attracted by the ever changing light
Reflecting on that deeply shifting hue,
And by its other-worldliness to sight.
But boys of three are not supposed to swim;
Wherefore my uncle, or some friend, will put
Down fast his drink and hurry to the rim,
Before I touch forever with my foot.
   They laugh, but off I go again, alone;
   Again I'm seeking beauty unbeknown.