Overhead, watching
A child underwater
Sitting on the bottom
Of the pool,
Water-hose in hand,
No knowledge,
No fear of drowning
Until hands reach
From above--
My father lifts me
Up, up up to the surface
Back to the sunlight,
Back into the summer day.
With oxygen filling my lungs,
And fear swelling my heart,
I learned not
To trust water,
Not to approach it,
Not to believe
In a blue bottomless
Thing that occupies
More of the earth
Than the land I won’t
Venture far from.
Copyright (c) 2011 by the author
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