The night is very calm
The water smooth, reflective glass

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

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

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.