Left toes over the edge.
Friends around you on the ledge.
Water fifty feet below.
You sweat in you wetsuit.
Your friends already respect you
They know this task is a question
asked of you, by you.
Waves lap the rocks quietly
the evening sun glints wildly.
No one says a word.
You think of death.
Of flight,
of triumph,
you jump.
butterflies
sky
sea
cliff
water
BOOM!
From the cliff they see the circle of foam
and you pop up in it looking small
floating on your back with your answer.
You can jump cliffs after all.