There are three
 
people float
 
ing in a
 
lake. One does
 
not know how
 
to swim and
 
neither do
 
the others
 
saying I
 
don’t know how

to swim I
 
don’t either.

But there. They
 
are. They’re float
 
ing straight up
 
and down so
 
the top third
 
of each face
 
bobs just a
 
bove the wa
 
ter. These are
 
a few of
 
my favor
 
ite subjects.
Kary Wayson is the Seattle Review of Books Poet in Residence for October.