The Dive

The question tips her tongue
like a diver flexing, stretching,
reviewing each movement
between the moment
when the body springs
and the body sinks.

The twists, the flips,
the very outcome,
depends on execution -
the expectation of success,
but just one miscalculation
can result in failure.

So, she hesitates,
walks back to the ladder,
takes a breath,
turns around,
runs for the water
with no thought to form.

A belly flop of sputtered words
confuses the audience of one.
Pulling herself up,
random apologies drip
a line to her exit
as a chill takes hold.




Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-05-29 at 21:34

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