surface tension you were embryonic, as if prior to life you never reached the womb. translucence felt like crying to the moon as you cupped waxen ambition into a palm's upheaval, waned a glossy breath before the unfolding. the millisecond sorrow pooled to your figure, praying to know your shape before the strike-down, the bubbly ascendance like prayers soft-spoken into a pillow. in a moment, you will burst through this lucent skin as it crawls, the layers will back-crawl to your heartbeat into a final, crying breath to be grasped tightly. the blow will soften to a motion, rest upon your cheek, the surface tension will clasp you, entirely.
Olympic swimmer Tyler Clary, captured by Adam Pretty at the FINA World Championships, July 29, 2011.