The Swimmer

I didn’t know her name,
before this play of Games,
but she, Yusra Mardini,
the swimmer of that sea,
pushing on, to cross again,
as a refugee, an Olympian:
She trod waves in the Aegean,
over long-drowned Queen Aegea,
there they swam, towing to shore,
a fearing load, that smuggled horde:
Dropping once more over the side,
into the pool, her place, her life,
but no more acfearful Syrian,
Mardini has arrived, she is swimming.

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