I cannot swim by Irena Klepfisz
I cannot swim but my parents
say the land is less safe. And
the first day the water was smooth
like slate I could walk on.
It was a deception.
The sky greyed darkened
then grew bright as if it understood
our mood. I watched the land sink
and disappear. The boat was form.
I sat holding onto my father’s leg.
I was not sick like the others.
The poem goes on, you can google it, it is too heartbreaking to type out.