By: Logan Parker

I was on the docks

boarding the raft while it shook like a piece of paper in a wind storm

the boat started with a rumble

as we made our way to the chesapeake

the water sparkling from the light of the sun

the more we speed up the harder the waves

flying higher with every wave

I had lost grip on the handle

I was in the air for a good second

before the water was staring me down

the water was like a brick as it cushioned my fall

I laid on the surface of the water with a back that felt like it was on fire

as I swam to the boat

it was over

“lets go again” I said