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…