‘Morning Swim’

It’s been a while since I’ve shared a poem. I have been writing them, usually when I go to the Thursday morning poetry group, but I don’t always go. This one has been kicking around for over a year. I started it when I taught  The Joyful Partnership of Poetry & Memoir workshop for Tweetspeak. I recently shared it with another poetry class, and they seemed to think it was done. So it’s all yours, world.


Morning Swim

thank you, Maxine Kumin, for the title


Drove to the pool in the dark

like usual

started laps like usual but

the swim team that splashes beside me

makes waves into my miniscule laps

wasn’t in the lane wasn’t

even in the pool hadn’t jumped yet

was still on deck still in Speedos

hugging, crying

even the boys


The coach said

We don’t know why things happen.

            We think we know a person but we never do.

So let’s get in the pool. Swim our 300.


Nineteen teenagers jumped

splashed forward

made waves




  1. Ohhhh…I had to read that twice. I think I got it. Wow.

  2. Marilyn Yocum says

    Yes, I love (and have loved) this poem. I find it quite timely at the moment, too, as I am inspired again by teenagers making waves.