chagall backdrop

In the distance, a voice through megaphone,
alerts swimmers to take your marks.

There is no ensuing gunshot,
just a long uneasy spate of moments.

Tension at the blocks,
toes maintain their grip.

Hairless bodies, poised aerodynamic,
coiled, ready, to spring-explode.

Yearn to return
to the element.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013