Our toes
hold fast
to the rough edge
as muscles tense
a deep hold
ready for the leap
a long stretch
slicing forward
a body reduced
narrow
as a bullet
aiming
for the opposite wall
racing
through the blur
of our exhalations
each motion
a pull and push
movement
synchronized
one flowing form
impossible grace
a ballet
of grit and endurance
and a world muted
one mind
one will
to carry us to the end ~ Caroline A. Slee