At forty-eight, to be given water,
which is most of the world, given life
in water, which is most of me, given ease,
which is most of what I lack, here, where walls
don-t part to my hands, is to be born
as of three weeks ago. Taking nothing
from you, mother, or you, sky, or you,
mountain, that you wouldn-t take
if offered by the sea, any sea, or river,
any river, or the pool, beside which
a woman sits who would save me
if I needed saving, in a red suit, as if flame
is the color of emergency, as I do,
need saving, from solid things,
most of all, their dissolve.
Learning To Swim
Bob Hicok
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Poem topics: life, mother, red, sky, woman, world, flame, mountain, color, save, river, sea, water, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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