Edge

"Come on in, jump in," is the chorus from lake-immersed children who have cannonballed  off the rock, while I stand on the edge. What they don't understand is that it is not the leap itself, but rather this moment I wait for: poised between two elements, the sun simultaneously on my back and in the water before me, the juxtaposition between the hot rock and cool water, the feeling of being on the edge of two separate worlds,  holding them both in my hands, weightless and full of possibility.