Between Ledges

I hover afraid

At the abyss between 

the leap and the ledge.

Rigth leg splayed

The left, remembering 

the grit of the edge.

This sacred space -

between footholds,

is a monastery.

A shrouded shrine

cast in chaos

for unwilling pilgrims.

Deserve it? Nay...

I am thrust here,

to understand

to empathize

to remember

to discover and word

the terror -

of feeling like falling

the heart squeezed spirally

into a blackhole belly

with the permanence of breathing.

I am thrust here,

to never forget

to never dismiss

to never, minimize -

if ever again,

The right foot finds feeling.

April 6th, 2013.