You get into the water, of course, you
cannot stand on the bank flailing
your hands, you jump right in.
Head first, if you are adventurous.
I was pushed in the pool as a child,
came up sputtering but learned to swim
Life is like that swimming pool
where I have been diving
again and again, sometimes struggling
to stay afloat, your voice egging me on
there are no options, I hear you say,
keep moving, its either sink or swim.
I have my dead to swim with me
I have those whose voices are lost
I have the benthos, the smell of chlorine
I have worries and the taste of loss
And I have my limbs that carry me
Across the channels I have to swim.