Cool wet air slaps my face.
The salty breeze licks my nose with its pricking tongue.
Blankets of triangle catch the whistling zephyr.
I laugh and scream and sing with joy to the voyage ahead.
The whirling wind pulls me along her thick silk waves.
I twist the ropes and away I fly.
The wind strengthens her lungs, but unprepared, the ropes slip, the beam comes near, and I’m struck.
Jerking forward I fall.
I fall into the deep dark depths and my body is surrounded.
And the silence, the silence filled with white noise is peaceful.
Do I stay? Or swim to my breath?
I open my eyes to the black pits around.
My heart pulls to the wind and so I go.
My thighs and calves kick up and my arms claw for the open.
I break the surface and shout with bliss.
I climb aboard and again, I fly.