Is it the leap of the heart in the moment
before you drop from the Tarzan rope?
The cold thrill of the water,
hearing yourself scream?
Or is it the moment before,
the decision, conquering fear,
holding onto the rope, letting go
of the ground in order to reach it?
Is it the splash, the people watching,
your kids watching, watching your kids
or someone else's kids?
This last adventure of summer
the blackberries drying on the bushes
or the first day of school,
the humdrum of hopes and dreams?
si tu es ce que tu es*
8 years ago
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