Swan Dive

To jump without benefit of wings

To make an Acapulco of belief

Leap of faith. To hope for water

and yet risk rock

No impetuousness then

No daredevil expostulations

Just the taste of a descending sky

and to feel the imminence

of ocean

Sunlight on clear water

Melancholy is a red sky

and her dreams are boats

no one can bust or blow

out to sea

She stands on a ledge

tests a strong wind

If God is a hand

may it catch us as we fall

Into thy hands...

Jump then

And she does.