pool, moon, friends
Grace walks home from the pool the long . . . way, through the snow. Tonight the children could not keep their heads up. They don't understand, thinking like they do, how to float. They need not move. Grace has shown them many times. She has stretched out like a flag until she's weightless. But the children have many fears, some of the water, and some of other things, and it seems that nothing like that will ever be necessary.
Inscape: Vol. 8:
3, Article 13.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/inscape/vol8/iss3/13