Jane's Poem:
We were on a family car trip through the redwoods.
The motel pool was blue and cold.
I raced my brother, jumped feet first into the deep end.
I was breathless when my toes touched bottom.
Through the dimpled chlorine surface far above my father stood.
His back was turned.
He didn't see me, couldn't save me.
Heart held my breath to surface.
I never told anyone I'd almost drowned.