Early Morning Cliff Jump

eyes wide & prepared to dare jumping first & asking questions later down down down off the cliff on an early july morning just as dawn breaks with all the cares & prior frustrations somehow pressed out from the brain letting the heart do its work living on the spur of the moment with the cool fresh air beating against the weight of the face & nothing but the freezing water below--- glad to have remembered to wear shoes as that first pang of physical shock shakes the body young again with a thrust of positive memories splashing as quick as the water itself enveloping like the womb once did opening up & around entering into a pure, clean wash with all the worries cast out even further as the moment brings an immediacy of which few experience insist upon sinking under, but then using all the power of the upper body to propel upward further further further until the head breaks out again with sunlight & air flushing all over the face bringing with it the awareness that the struggle is still there for the arms must flail in unison to keep oneself from drowning & the decision is made to do so, staying in the game one more day, fascinated with the early morning cliff jump looking up to see how far the fall had been wanting nothing more than to do it all over again.