The night is very calm
The water smooth, reflective glass
Quiet

I practice what I know
Trusting Will
Counting
Fear, physics, water

Prayer
I sometimes wonder if they can hear me praying
Because He is why I am here

I hold onto the rope–fast
Forceful, there–hold on tight
Even if you fall…
It is only water

How hard can it be?

Pretty hard, actually
But that is why I do it
Poorly.

Remembering all the time
The great storm
The deadly waves
And the Man like a ghost walking toward us

As though he were
Just ambling across the rolling
Fields on a summer day.

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