Terry Cunningham Poet I do not know?

Creep

Stretching outwards,
  knees,
stretched tight;
  The wind beneath you,
  as you journey through this flight...

Soaring downward,
   releasing the free;
Moment suspended,
        only,
for you to see...

Shaking off the water,
   in the cold winter night;
  Floating, unnoticed;
As you focus upon the light...

    The treasure of not knowing,
the anticipation, of no belief;
   Slowly, through the darkness,
     you creep...

Note: This piece has had 310 reads, yet only 2 comments. can anyone tell me why?

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Laura Breidenthal August 24, 2012 at 9:11 PM Nice descriptive write! Always, Laura

Cynthia Alvez August 22, 2012 at 10:34 PM Interesting verse...what are we talking about here? Reminds me of My "Bang Bang Someone's Dead"... Good write no matter the night swim. Cynthia Terry Cunningham August 23, 2012 at 7:12 AM Actually, it is. It's a suicide flight from a bridge over the colorado river.. just thought's on the cusp of death, that moment into the crossover. I hope to have maybe have 2 more parts to it eventually. Thank you for reading; TC