Standing at the edge of your eyes my toes curl over the rim. They push the ground away I am just cold enough to breathe. I am just helpless enough to let the water support me and float free.
I am afraid the way I was afraid of the mossy dark reservoir behind the second dam. Afraid the way I was when I watched kids haul their bodies onto the rocks with their knees still shaking, their teeth still protesting against each other. I am afraid the way I was when I dipped my toes in the water long enough to hear them scream, afraid of the bottomless, afraid it wasn’t bottomless enough, couldn't see.
Just afraid enough to jump. Just cold enough to breathe.
"standing on the parted shores of history, we still believe what we were taught before ever we stood at Sinai's foot,"