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Daniel Becker

During the service, after the mensch acclamation
and before the sermon-sized metaphor
that started with a tree then lost me
a comrade from the morning shift at college--
they shared a lecture hall and the appreciation
that all sleepy students are sleepy in different ways--
quoted John bragging about having the North Grounds pool
all to himself at sunrise. Morning people brag
about their mornings. This morning the lifeguards,

proving they do pay attention to the lives they guard,
have the music tuned to oldies--Sam Cooke crooning
you-ou-ou-ou send me as Sam's fans adjust their goggles.
John, easy to spot in that shameless bathing cap
he claims helps part the waters, takes the lane next to me.
We're standing there praying the water isn't as cold as it is
and waiting for one of us to acknowledge our existence.

Bummer about that service I say, hoping not to sound
too relieved he doesn't want to share my lane.
Total he says. Then we submerge. Strange how dying
helped his stroke. He doesn't have to breathe but does--
old habits die hard.

I'm a little choked up in the locker room
and he suggests doing something about that cough.
He would know. Since it is a locker room
I share some locker-room wisdom:
when the going gets tough the tough get going.
John takes his cue: practice doesn't make perfect,
perfect practice makes perfect. We allow a moment of silence,
but before any hymns erupt I share my favorite hymn fact:
Emily Dickinson poems can be sung to the tune of Amazing Grace.
I dwell in pos-si-bil-i-ty he sings almost on key,
then asks if he can borrow my brush. Get real I answer.
Who wants to catch someone else's static?
We commiserate about chlorine and dry itchy skin.
We put our pants on one leg at a time,
an act of faith that grounds us. See you later he promises
and just like anyone walks out the door.


About the poet:

Daniel Becker practices and teaches general internal medicine at the University of Virginia School of Medicine, where he also directs the Center for Biomedical Ethics and Humanities.

About the poem:

"The events in this poem were all true enough. John had an office across the hall from me, and it is convenient as well as important to remember him every time I go to my office."

Poetry editors:

Johanna Shapiro and Judy Schaefer

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# Beth Boynton, RN, MS 2016-05-30 09:17
It is beautiful and playful. Makes me want to know more about your human relationship, but I don't need to....I can feel your spiritual connection!
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# Chuck Joy 2016-05-29 16:52
Thanks for this poem. Sweet style, nicely lined. Rich in detail while deep, like the pool.
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# Ann Lederer 2016-05-28 15:11
Wonderfully layered poem feels both authentic and magical. As a daily lap swimmer and a retired hospice nurse I especially appreciate the slides from sadness to humor, such as
(" ...hoping not to sound/ too relieved he doesn't want to share my lane.") I also like (and tweeted) the lines "`...Then we submerge. Strange how dying/ helped his stroke..."Thank s, Pulse, and Dr. Becker.
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# Dan Becker 2016-05-29 09:13
thanks for taking the time to reply, and not so strange how much that matters.

db
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# Ronna L. Edelstein 2016-05-28 10:44
Daniel, every day I wake up and mourn the loss of my father (today marks 18 months and 26 days since his death). Reading your poem reminded me that counting the days does not help; only remembering the times shared can bring me some inner peace. John is there with you, and Dad is here with me. In that sense, we are both the lucky ones.

Ronna L. Edelstein
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# Dan Becker 2016-05-29 09:14
and boy, I have a ton of dear old dad poems

db
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# Margie Gottlieb 2016-05-28 02:59
Great poem Daniel. Just make the title "Swimming with John" John's there in spirit and it is lovely to discover rather than expect. Thanks for sharing John with us.
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# Linda Clarke 2016-05-27 21:39
What a beautiful poem. We're in the midst of the "very old parents-middle aged kids" path and every day brings shifts and changes. No matter what happens, these loved ones will always be with us.
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# Paula Marcus 2016-05-27 20:53
This is fabulous
You can feel the cold water and sing along with Emily Dickenson
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# Abby Caplin 2016-05-27 20:11
This is such a beautiful poem, Daniel. It's rare a poem can get me to cry, but this one did. It's full of so much love, so much grief, a testament to your continuing friendship.
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