The Empty Pool
by Sue Ellen Thompson
published in The Summerset Review, Spring 2010
This is the place where my sisters and I
lay all afternoon on plastic rafts,
too listless to shift our weight
or direct our idle drifting. At the click
of the gate, we'd lift our heads
as if from our sickbeds, and there
our mother would be: white shorts,
white shirt, hair fading to gray,
with a tray of cold drinks and sandwiches.
This is the place where, on a hot June day
five summers ago, I pulled myself
fr...