Borde del Agua

My toes curled around the final worn board of this dock.
Body leaned out, legs together, straight.
All forming a single trunk slowly falling
with arms like branches providing
no help against this momentum.

A rope pulls taut against my chest
suspending me in this awkward pose.
Its strength felt in the tightness
of my anticipating breaths.
My heart leaps forth unwilling to be bridled.
Breaking free of its dark cage
in surreal display of its freedom
as it reaches for the water awaiting.

No more waiting.
No more toes still touching wood,
ropes restraining from gravity's pull.
No more suspense of observing,
dreaming and never feeling.

Just then the water stops in a sudden calm,
its constant movement slowed and it stares back.
As if rising up from where it laid
to come eye to eye for the first time.
The rope frays and my chest fills deep with air
as my body is freed to fall forward
reunited to its charging heart.

In an instant - a state of shock, cold numbness,
refreshing bliss, invigorating life.
After so long hanging on the edge
How lovely it is being in the water here.