Monday, April 8, 2013

Just Do It - Day 3: A "Tentative" poem

Standing on the edge of the swimming pool
Black lines across the bottom, the cool blue
Sides, tiled with numbers: 3 feet, 4 feet, 6.
Inhale, foot slowly lowered
Into the water. The smell of chlorine
And the sound of ripples lapping against
The steps. Hesitation. Fear of the cold...
Not fear really, but anticipation
Of that sudden shock before adjustment.
Inhale, exhale...just do it. Just do it.
Caren E. Salas

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