TAKING THE PLUNGE
I grasp the rails, climb the steps,
climb the steps, grasp the rails,
grasp the rails, climb the steps,
then on to the top board,
a slim springing finger of accusation,
a jibe, a nazi salute
over the blue sequence of water.
My feet are ridiculous, inadequate,
heart ready to burst
but the decision has been made,
no going back.
Since those early days I have found
it's not so much taking the plunge
lending a hand to fate,
it was making the decision that leads to it,
and it was always right at the time.