A Quick Ride

The air rushes past me like a strong wind.

I never feel quite as free, as when I'm soaring towards the earth.

Maybe it's because I'm not in control...

..or it's because I am. Maybe it's a little of both.

I know what's about to happen, more or less.

It's just that it's rarely the same, everytime.

The only constant is, that my feet are in the air...

..following the rest of me.

Oh, and I feel free.

Finally, I hit.....and it's like an explosion...

..and the water rushes past my ears...

..what a dive !

— docmaverick, Nov 16, 2007

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Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

Critiques

weirdelf

18 years 6 months ago

Not sure if this is just about diving into a swimming pool

or if there is allegory here. Don't care. Works both ways. I spent one summer taking diving lessons but I was the only person in the class who always entered the water feet first. I was training for skiing aerobatics, didn't want to learn to land on my head! That was in my rich film career days, haven't skiied for 10 years. cheers, Jess