YMCA Aqua Zumba Substitute Teacher
Gaby Bedetti
In the water we natter about trips and surgeries,
until a newcomer in sweats and a ball cap circles
the pool and distracts us from our prattle.
We watch in wonder as he steps out of his clothes,
a David statue in swim trunks. Furtive sea turtles,
we turn to each other, look back at him, look away.
Our teacher joins us, a figure of perfection come to life.
He shows how to lead with our hips. Our shuffles turn
into grapevines as we watch his shoulders shimmying.
Synchronized swimmers, we turn the pool into a rollin’ river,
ten times enabled, we boost ourselves up out of the water,
aqua Zumba boot camp dolphins trilling in disbelief.
For the cooldown, Whit sings spirituals in a deep
bass, “Oh, Shenandoah, away, we’re bound away”
and counts the final seconds down on his fingers.