The Present Moment

It's not the first leap, or the last
but it's the sweetest; sun still warm
enough to dry the skin,
light dancing off the water
illuminating the sea not as deep
or terrifying but the moving waves as
limit-less and all-knowing,
the push-off just right, the hanging
air a second's lifetime, before the splash
so joyous
it fills the brim with
desire, energy and
full stops, repeating the leap
until it is perfect again:
unattainable.