Friday morning we make the slow trek
to the swimming pool. Clumsily waiting
for the disabled access gate to open.
I know they’re wondering,
Are they here to swim?
Yes. On land,
my sister, she is weighed down
with wheelchairs and crutches, the clatter
of metal follows her every step. But
when I ask her what does she like
about being in the water, she says,
I can walk.