After The Second Draft

By CBramkamp creative writing, Poetry Comments Off on After The Second Draft

like emerging from the deep end of the pool,

 

It takes a lot of nerve

to go off the high dive,

 

Everyone watches while you step

endlessly up rough rungs

dripping water on

the guy behind you he

makes it difficult to back down

 

from this perch

you can see all the way

to the parking lot

You know, you know

your mother does not look up

she is reading a book in the shade

 

you must do it

you will do it

you

will

okay

 

You clap your hands overhead

and fall

like a stuntman

crashing head first through

what looked like solid glass

 

you never hear your own splash

your ears fill up, like being plugged

with cotton during a summer

ear infection

 

You torpedo to the bottom

but physics and your own skinny form

stops you from touching

you somersault

considering space,

considering direction

considering infinity

 

but there is not time for philosophy

you find your feet.

push off the bottom,

swim hard, you can see the surface,

your lungs are bursting

you can finally make the distinction

between

water and air,

gentle waves refract  the light.

 

You explode  in a splash of

air and late afternoon

assaulted by indifferent chatter

someone left their keys

order nunber 5 is ready

your mother turns a page

 

you tread water

reviewing your options

 

someone above you

yells – get out of the way.

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