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Grade
7

Water

Icy cold,

Trickles through my fingertips early in the morning,

As the sun peaks through the clouds.

And this moment of perfection is gone in a

Snap.

 

I think of water as I stomp down the crowded hallway

Every second it gets tighter and tighter,

Squished up against sweaty bodies.

 

I try to forget water as the pencil grazes the blazing white paper-

But then I stare out the window

At the rain hammering rhythmically.

 

Finally-

The snap the swim cap

Gripping my head

The jolt of power as I dive into crisp, cold water.

 

That first second where my fingertips break through the waves

Everything is still

And I know that I’m finally home.

 

State
NY
Zip Code
10502