Earliest Memory

A pool in San Diego
where my father cradles
my two year-old
body that cannot support
itself in staying
above the surface
of the bright blue.

A garden in front
of a family friend’s
home is filled with
gardenias. Captivated
by their scent—Pungent
and sweet, like the shelter
of unknowing.

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