I have no memory of learning how to read –
There wasn’t a time in my consciousness
When I didn’t know what to do with a book.
There was a time I didn’t know how to swim –
The lake water was cold in early morning
And I constantly feared ingesting a tadpole.
The camp instructor tuned right in to my need
And said, “It’s ok to swallow a bit of the water.”
I remember the first time I fell in love –
I was helping my classmate with the subjunctive
In Spanish III when our lines of vision met.
She revealed her intent to get married
After graduation and move far away.
Moving away was the farthest thing from my mind.