Passivhaus Love-Letter
In the infant pool multicoloured lights
twinkle under foot –green, violet, blue –
and a baby reaches a plump hand down
through shallow water to touch the stars.
I’ve swum my lengths in the lanes and now
drink coffee and watch as a woman
learns to float in the twenty metre pool.
She lowers herself halfway then jerks
back up, clutching her heart. Her friend
shows her again how to trust in water,
how to let it hold you like a child.
Meanwhile a white-haired woman
riding a swimming noodle like a horse
gently cycles past. Her legs pedal
through the moonish underwater light
with slow pale grace. Now she is doing
calf raises, holding on to the noodle
for balance. Such beauty and perseverance.
Her breasts spilling over the cut of her costume
are buoyed by the water and dancing
by themselves.
I understand the tenderness
of the learner pool, but the building
is beyond me – how it orients south
to optimise warmth, how it captures
and gifts cool to the north-facing gym,
or how the external thermometer
with its exquisite sensors relays data
to the building which then decides
whether to open or close its louvres,
move or store heat – I swear it is a mind
that thinks. It’s been designed to withstand
the next eighty years. And what will you find there,
dear future swimmer? Some of the babies
splashing in the infant pool will perhaps
be doing slow lengths then. Dear ones,
I wish you perseverance and gentle effort.
I wish you health. I wish you love
that responds like this Passivhaus -
that offers to cool or warm according
to your needs; and I will the water
to cradle your future bones while we
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