The Diver, by Solene Subscribe to rss feed for Solene

The crowd 
pauses,
time stops,
and when she thinks
she is ready,
she jumps

off the edge
of the highest
diving board, pushing
her feet
into the
air,

while everyone stares
without a noise.
Breath held,
it all happens so fast,
yet incredibly

slow,

and while
floating there,
she turns
and spins
and rushes to the ground,
in a perpendicular form,
through the roar of the crowd,

into the water
without a splash.

   -- Solene
Posted: 2009-11-07 17:13:24 UTC

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