A poem by Janet Jenkins-Stotts
Into the pool,
for the first time
in decades. No
messing around,
no diving board or slides,
no splashing and shrieking.
Now, water is work.
It provides resistance
to muscles unused
to challenges, muscles
that dread the return
of gravity when I step
out of the pool.
This work was featured in our fall/winter 2020 issue.
