Nick Fluge, Cliff-diving in Acapulco
Flies love, swan-like across the sky
From rocky edge- a moment’s try:
With four limbs raised above the head,
And torso seeming, almost dead!
Taut muscles hold the skeleton
As if it’s frozen on the run,
Twenty-five meters high up in
The air, in total perfection.
Breath held in inspiration full,
The cliff-diver now plunges down
In perfect stance, as head first strikes
The surface waters of the sea.
The golden sun-set forms a veil
Of light of varied hues and shapes;
The diver’s body looking dark,
And touching down in three seconds!
What nerves of steel and stamina!
What acrobatics in the air!
What risks and fears of life and death
Pass through the minds, of those who dare!
Love plunges deep into the sea,
The diver coming up afree:
An act of seconds, masterly-
The world is held spell-bound truly!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-10-2008
poem by John Celes
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