Swimming Pool

Trapping water, after the light comes in
through slitted windows, as if they are barred.

My swimming pool would be ever-turquoise,
filled peculiarly, not with mercury, even though I would float.

Candy sense, last time the pool was as crystal;
sometimes I wish it wasn't full, over-brimming with chemical
and it lingers in my hair.

If I swam in its lukewarm waters before dawn
would it be filled with stars?