The slide

That first trip down a slide,
The fear,
Heart racing,
Will they catch me?
Hands gripping the rail.
So afraid to let go.
It seems so far to the bottom,
and the river –
although far enough away –
looks so close to young eyes.

Listening to them prodding on,
Promising to catch at the bottom.
What if what is me ends here?

White knuckles begin to loosen,
Focusing on the act,
Seeing them at the bottom,
Believing that they will catch me.

This moment repeated again through life,
Many times.

Gerald Lee Jordan
Diamond Harbour NZ
27 February 2013