Sinking, sinking, sinking, crash
Where is that noble buoyancy
That dad told me all of us humans have when we’re swimming
Because it’s part of biology?
It’s cold down here
Icy and dark where I can’t
See a damn thing
And even though I’d like to
I can’t get past the amount of time I spent
Swimming, swimming, swimming
Learning all the strokes and paddles to
Get to where I am now.
Maybe resilience doesn’t come from
A natural, internal floating mechanism
But from telling yourself that
YES – swimming is fun! Swimming is easy!
I can swim through Jell-O if I tried.
And while I write in metaphor
The tragic irony of this seasonal sadness happens to
Lie in the fact that
I cannot swim at all.