Teaching By Immersion
Teaching by Immersion
(A poem for my dad…)
When I was young
On the tiny island of Tonga
My dad taught me to swim
“Swim”
He said as he threw me
From the back of the boat
As the water closed
Over my head
I felt
Free
I wasn’t afraid
I knew I could hold my breath
until someone above panicked
and
my dad would crash
into the water and lift me into the sun
I don’t remember ever
Being taught how to swim
I simply remember waiting
Calmly
In the blue green blur
For my dad
And
The sun…
Copyright © Kim Irvine | Year Posted 2009
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