I wonder if the rock’s still there –
the one I stood upon
and from which I learned to dive –
back when I finally gathered courage
and plunged headfirst
into Long Island Sound.


I remember feeling proud that day.


The rock had wrinkles on its surface]
and tickled our little feet
when we walked across it.


It rose perpendicular
and at low tide
one could jump from it
and land on sand.

It was there for us
to hone our diving skills
and have the particular thrill
of pretending we were like the big guys.


I’m still able to stand upon that rock
and still can do a little bragging.


And I always closed my eyes.

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