High school required all to have
swimming skills. Wednesday
first period was homeroom study hall.
One fine fall morning we went to the Y
to reveal our swimming ability.
I, in fact, knew how to swim but I would
rather swim on Wednesday mornings
than feign reviewing Latin conjugations
or trinomial equations. At the pool
I flailed a bit, until a voice said to
grab his hand. Those who showed
their water talents sat in study hall
that year, I went swimming.
In college, we had to pass two terms
of P E. Again I played the same ruse.
I enrolled in beginner’s swimming.
I progressed enough to get a good grade,
but not so fast as to be told
I was too good for the next level.
I accuse myself all.
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