“It's my turn. It's my turn.”
I think to myself as I pace towards the diving board. The bottom of my feet are sopping and my breath is short. I haven't eaten as much as I would like to have and everyone's murmuring.
I can hear it all each detail beneath the air of silence.
It's a farce. This moment is as loud as it wants to be and the clamoring of every thought turned voice breaks any still. I can assure you I'm not nervous just cognizant.
The two get confused often.
I see many faces in my peripheral, some familiar, others far more alien than anything from beyond our atmosphere.
They're all just stars,
shrinking in luminosity with distance but expanding in number gradually- no rapidly it seems.
This diving board is over 173 feet high and my stomach left
my body past the 64th step or maybe the 43rd. I can't remember when but I'm well aware of that. Oh, I am oh so aware.
My consciousness is wavering, distorting where I want to be
when confronted with where I am. In this moment I am a stranger to Earth and the stars surrounding me, alien.
How unfortunate it must be to take place as the Sun
to an orbit that doesn't revolve around you.