I remember jumping from cliffs

For the first time in my life

The brilliance at the rush of air

Like fingers raking through my hair

How i could count to three (and a bit)

Before the smack of the water when I hit

And the feeling of my heart

Pounding like a taiko drum

I never wanted it to end

I never thought the newness

Would dare to leave my soul

Until i sucked the life out of it

Jumping again and again and again

All summer long

I think my poetry is like that,

It once sent people over the edge

Plunging intothe unknown;

But standing in front of a firehose

Wears thin after a while

Until eventually

You barely notice it’s there

Until you’re annoyed at how wet you are

Every time you walk by.