Saturday, April 6, 2013

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.

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