I think about going skinny dipping
just after midnight on my birthday.
The full moon is high
Perhaps my only witness.
The lake dark and quiet,
a looking glass to the sky.
Perhaps the nervous thrill at being naughty
would make every splash louder.
The gentle lap on the dock
a crashing ocean wave.
Perhaps I will strip at the end of the dock
and let the cool breeze brush over me
before jumping into the shocking cold water.
Perhaps stealth is what matters
and I should slink across the dock
prepared to steal into the water.
Making my ripples of entry blend with the wind.
Perhaps this is an occasion of friendship
and I should invite others.
Then with stifled giggles,
we would get to the end of the dock.
We’d each wait for the other to go first
Trying not to notice our nakedness.
One finally jumping, then the others follow.
Perhaps I will get to the edge prepared to jump.
But will instead stand waiting…
What are you waiting for?