Letting Daddy Teach Me How to Swim
by MFrost Delaney

He threw me off the pier at Silver Lake.
I balled up like a blasto-embryo.
Then down I went, below the water’s skin
that all the other kids were bobbing on.
A calm enveloped me, a quiet too,
a peace I’d never known. I could have stayed.
But Daddy waited for me in the din.
I couldn’t leave him to face all the noise
at home, recede into himself, alone.
So I resisted soothing and allowed
the buoyant tide to grip me, bring me back
to where the daylight glared surrounding screams.
I doggy-paddled to the wooden pier,
let Daddy hold me, felt his inner fear.



 


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