Disappearance

On the deck above the morning pond
knees bent, feet and legs firm on wood
arms stretched overhead,
Then the bounce and the thrust
and the diver flies through air
downward to water.
Spatter and ripples
bubbles and foam
aqua circles rotating circling
Then silence

In the sky white con trails
emerge as cirrus clouds
from the tail of a plane.
They swim against the cloud filled sky
back stroke
side strokes
breast strokes
tumble higher and higher

The diver who flew through air
into water
shields her eyes with damp hands
from the glare of the pond in the sky
She waits for the con trails to disappear
like the ripples do in the pond
every time her body hits the water.