- Vol. 03
- Chapter 03
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.