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[Poetry] The Perfect Jump

By Beata Stasak

 

 

Fear prickling my feat try to ignore the pounding in my ears

five meters beneath me

the dark water swirling gurgling in murky green currents

on the rusty water pipe I stand…

 

 I looked back at my teenager’s years

 my left hand and my right

 a row of white knuckles gripping the same rail 

 I did jump.

 

 Now in ‘mid-fifties’ 

 my 14 years old sons

 folding their giraffe legs

 squeezed through the gap

 counting to three

 the pair of them

 leapt from the bridge

 plunging into the deep

 I hold my breath

 waiting for them to emerge

 and here they are

 laying on their backs

 hooting and punching the air

 

 I like my midlife now

 watching my own teenagers

 Tackling their own fears

 From sideline

 or am I?

 

 I steeled myself to jump

 but a flicker of movement

 caught my eye

 a beefy bloke

 was swinging one hairy thigh

 over the guard rail

 he settled with a thump

 beside me, 

 “Time to let go, eh,” he said.

 

 I winked at him

 and he was gone,

 halfway down

 he hugged one knee

 then a depth charge

 of a layback “bombie”

 before I could blink

 he was slicing

 through water

 with strong freestyle arms.

 

 As years go by

 we become more aware of passing time

 more careful not to get hurt

 less worried about what people say…

  

What fear overcomes me first?

 My fear of heights,

 fear of falling or fear of drowning?

 Holding on for dear life?

 Or letting go 

 and learn to fly?

 

 Our everyday dilemma 

 minutes before

 I’d been too

 Comfortably

 grounded 

 on the riverbank

 just like I see people

 now wading out 

 to waist height

 or relaxing on the sand.

 

 Sucking in a lungful of air

 I stifled the voices in my head

 and released my grip

 on the guard rail,

 for several moments

 I teetered on the pipe,

 the safety barrier 

 was now

 beyond my reach,

 the only way out now 

 was down.

 

 I Love my Life…

 

 

Beata Stasak is an Art and Eastern European Languages Teacher from Eastern Europe with upgraded teaching degrees in Early Childhood and Education Support Education. She teaches in the South Perth Metropolitan area.

 

After further study in Counselling for Drug and Alcohol Addiction, she has used her skills in Perth Counselling Services. Beata has been a farm caretaker on the organic olive farm in the South Perth Metropolitan area for the past twenty years.

 

Beata is a migrant from post-communist Eastern Europe, who settled in Perth, Western Australia in 1994. She came with her husband and children to meet her father, who she never knew. He was a dissident and refugee from Czechoslovakia, after his country was taken over by Russian communists after the unsuccessful uprising against the communists in 1968.




 

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