The Diver

Far out upon the sky she spreads her arms, Her pearly flesh the centerpiece of night. Alone and free and naked where she stands There is no light above, or down, so right. So straight her body, straight her lifted arms; Her hair unfurled by wind---a lavish flame. Un-sacrificing cross of selfish joy, She knows no sense of weakness or of shame. The sky, the stars, the distant hill, the town, Exist for her, await her simple act; But she waits, too, exulting in that fact. Much later she will fly, and dive on down.