Plunge!
Shivering but undeterred
by the uncharacteristic artic weather
I plunged
into the chilly waters
I lunged
Only to realize
it’s never been done
Or rather I’ve never been this
undone
By the slap
The sting
The punch
The plunge
Into icy depths
I thought I knew well.
I was wrong.
Chest tightens
anxiety heightens
In the space of
one lap
I was sure I’ll
meet my watery
casket
“What to do what to do?!”
I hadn’t a clue
I could only pray and pray
And press down on
my panic state
To try and finish the lap
Before it’s too late
But I couldn’t
I shouldn’t
I mustn’t press on
So I waded stiff
frozen
To the side of the pond
And swore I’ll never be so gung-ho again
I’ll wait a week
Then plunge again!
