swimming

windswept motions waiting for morning, rain splattered, wind torn, bridge shaking and we are stopped, waiting for the catastrophe, the final explosion into some great nothingness. every moment, every breath, every heartbeat in anticipation, always waiting always watching...

the cliff gets closer but we never fall over suspended in air like light like a single puff of a cloud on an otherwise perfect still warm summer day

a still glassy lake

you dive in

you disappear under the surface but the ripples move outward...