Aniana del Mar Jumps In

Prologue

When I Learned to Swim

Before my brother, Matti, is born

before I learn how to keep secrets,

before I learn what my name means
and how it ties me to the water,

Papi teaches me how to swim.

Mami is away in the Dominican Republic
visiting family and friends she hasn’t seen in years.

I am six and still afraid of everything.

Papi knows Mami won’t like it.
But he decides it’s time for me to learn.
The First Time

I tremble near the edge of a pool.

My knees KnOcK
                       kNoCk
                                KnOcK
against each other.

A warm August wind w h o o s h e s
through my tangled curls,

I almost let go of my Minnie
Mouse towel when––

Papi nudges me
a little closer to the edge.

I                  jUmP                  back
as if the pool is a sinkhole of blue flames.

I squeal 
a high-pitched trumpet tingling my tonsils:

No,
              no,
                  no!
I don’t want the water
              in my eyes
                                      in my nose
                                                              in my lungs.
Mami says that the water . . .

Sssh mi reina, no pasa nada.

Papi sits me on his lap, 
tells me a cuento para calmarme.

Papi: The first time I swam
in the green rivers of el campo,

the current slapped me around
until my arms began to flip

and my legs began to flap
and suddenly I was flying underwater.

Your body will know
how to handle the water

as long as you don’t resist it.
Jumping In

Papi’s big brown arms
wrap around my waist.

His warm breath tickles
my ear and his black beard
sweeps against my cheek.

Papi whispers: 
Concentrate––

Reach your arms out, then pull
them apart as if you are parting
the purple curtains in your room.

Kick your legs like a drummer’s hands
when they paddle their palms
on a Palo drum.

Imagine your body is a feather
and you’ll float. Let the water hold
you. Remember, yo estoy aquí.

He squeezes my hand.

1
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                   We jump in.




The Island (& Me): May

My Island

We live on an                        island.
The island where we live
is an o u t s t r e t c h e d      arm      reaching
into the Gulf of Mexico.

Galveston:

Where the streets are lined
with papel picado houses
in peacock green and 
pomegranate pink.

Hundreds of shotgun houses
where the wind whistles 
in through the front door and shoots
directly down the hallways
out the back.

Hundreds of houses 
in sherbet colors that remind Mami 
of “back home.” 

But this is the only home
I’ve ever known.

On Sundays before church, 
I like to walk to the seawall,
alone,
and watch the sunrise explode
in the sky like cascarones
on Easter. 

Blue, pink, and orange colors
confetti the horizon and kiss the sea.

Sometimes, I don’t know
if the ocean is the sky
or the sky is the ocean. 

It opens
                  BIG
                              W I D E 
                                                 E  N  D  L  E  S  S.

The way I do
when I swim.

Sometimes, I think that if
I swim long enough 
I’ll reach that cascarón sky
and instead of swimming
I’ll begin to S O A R.


Wants Me Close

Some Sundays
after church, Mami,
Matti, and me 
go to the beach.

Sometimes I build
sandcastles with Matti.

Sometimes, if Papi
is with us and goes 
in the water with me, 
Mami lets me                  S W I M.

Mami doesn’t like it
that I swim underwater
so far away from her.

I try to tell her:

Papi taught me
how to hold my breath,
stroke my arms,
and kick my fins,
like a dolphin.
I’ll be fine.

Still––

shewantsmeclose.

She’s afraid la mar
will swallow me up
the way it swallowed 
her brother
her house and 
her village
during a storm long ago
when she was just a girl.

Mami calls the ocean
“la mar” instead of “el mar”
because she believes 
the ocean is a strong woman
who gives and takes life
when she wants.

The ocean will betray you
she says. 

I try to tell her: 

I am Ani
de las aguas
I swim
with the dolphins.
The water and I
protect each other.
She won’t take me
away from you.

Still––

shewantsmeclose. 


Birth Story

Mami says when I was born,
I almost drowned
in the ocean of her belly
and they had to C U T me      out.

I was not ready 
for the world, 
               would not latch,
                                       would not eat, 
                                                               would not stop crying.

So they slipped tubes
through my nose
and fed me food
that was not Mami’s milk.

Mami says this made her worry
we would not bond 
and I would not have enough
of what I needed to grow
big and strong. 

And sometimes I worry 
she was right.