The splash was missed

Written for and inspired by a good friend who is in love with falling into water stylishly.


40 feet up he didnt look down.
Didnt think of crashing,
didnt dream to drown.
A running start towards the edge,
a firm grasp on the railing,
not for safety but as a sledge,
to meet his mark with that much more speed.
A dropping pin, skinny and thin.
Spiraling down. . .time slows,
as if every watch within a mile took a deep breath.
Before impact he tightens like a fist,
cuts into the water as if to be missed.
God nor the lake noticed the splash...
but all sat in awe at the fall.