Swimming Laps

The waves
were artificial
and the water
a synthetic hue.

I sat inside
the cloying heat
and humidity
of the steam room.

An old man
grim as sin
shuffled in
and sat nearby.

Drained
with droplets of sweat
sliding down my nose
I rose and left.

I sat inside the spa
where jets of air
created bubbles
in the air.

Kids
their bodies gleaming
screamed
gyrated and dived.

Impressive hunks
made waves
as they churned
through the water.

I began
swimming laps
laboriously
on my back.

An Asian lady
swam indominatably
towards me
like a kamikaze.

When I began
to kick
she veered
abruptly away.