The Floating Dock 12.12.13

I swim to the floating dock 
With no plastic milk jugs
For I am no longer eleven
Learning to swim in a small pond

Here in the British Virgin Islands
My feet touch pink sand instead of mud  
Instead of murky water, a shack and trees 
I see clear water, villas, and yachts 

I dive off the dock and taste the salty water
Surfacing to see our chartered sailboat 
And to memories of a small pond with a floating dock 
Where I learned to swim with milk jugs