The Dive

The water
so enticing
a dive
not far behind
in thought,
I can see
my unrestricted
body
gliding
through the air
missing
each jagged
protruding rock
by only inches.
The dive
releasing
all my
fears,
as freedom
designates
the ultimate
experience
of this plunging
journey.
The water
seems miles
from my existing
self
as the forces
of gravity
begin their effect
on me.
Now the thought
of icicles
rage
through my mind
since it's winter
and Antarctica
is mighty
frigid.
Can I change
my mind now,
can I flap my wings
and do a reverse dive?
Guess not,
so I'm in
for the cold haul
icicle death,
where each part
of me
freezes
on immediate
contact.
When I'm found
I'll be
preserved
ready to start anew.