You stand on the edge
waves lapping at your ready feet.
In your gut emotions wage war
provoked by whispers of darkness, sharks
and endless miles of open water.
Yet, out there is the siren call… of land
and other less solid surfaces.
Just offshore, bobbing
in a liquid trail of moonlight
the support boat waits.
You raise your hand
tighten the strap of your goggles,
and step into the water.
Lesley-Anne Evans
29/07/2008
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This poem spoke to me as being about more than just swimming. I'm enjoying your poetry a great deal and thank you for sharing your heart this way.
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