By Zarya Mejia 

I learned to balance by
Dipping my toes in the water
The swamp that became our
Swimming pool
Encouraged me to keep from
Falling face first
The algae coated walls,
the murky dechlorinated liquid
Thick thick sheets of green
Creating an opacity that refused to
Bring light to its niches
We wore makeshift boots for wading
With absolutely no concept of depth
Perhaps the microorganisms
Would keep me afloat
Should I dip my toes too low
The shark that I feared to live in these waters
Would travel undercover
But i will stand taller and taller
With each drop that drains
And be unafraid of
What I cannot see
Seeing me

fog growth
by Bella Bobrow