There is a rock in CT
on the edge of the Long Island Sound
that gets covered when the tide is up
and yields its water whenever the tide goes out.

It Is a great place from which kids jump and dive –
or at least it was back when I was one of them.

Memory allows me to claim
the feel of the rock beneath my feet
and the splash as I jumped into the water
and the gasp when at last the deed was done –
only to be done again.

Maybe what I did still happens.
I hope so

Russ Peery Oct. 2018

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