the first toes

the first toes to dip beneath the glazed pane of tranquility
the little piggy who neglected going to the market in order to go for a swim
and then managed to persuade his peers to-
go out for a change,
take a break from roast beef,
surmount his fixation with his persisting comparative lack of roast beef,
and enjoy where he's at rather than flee from any given point B in a raptus of ear-splitting squeals-
respectively, (what a good influence) and accompany him as the cool rush
washes over
and over
just enough to remind you it's there
never forcefully, never one for ostentation
it'll never force you to remember
but smuggled into each splash lingers
a whisper
please.