Above the Bar

That's my son at a track meet this weekend. The camera caught him just before the snap, the sharp straight kick out and up of his legs that propels him over the six-foot-and-a-half-inch bar. It still astonishes me that he can do this.

What faith high jumpers must have in their ability to land when they take off flying, hurling themselves backward over a great height, trusting body knowledge, harnessing will and sinew to do their bidding, to remind their souls that they have always known how to soar.