This Edge

Support
Like stepping-stones
Only got me to this edge
Now my choice to turn and hedge
Or jump, free fall, with fear and all
Into that descending mist
Disguised and hissing
Pools or jagged rocks below
Either way I choose to go
Embraced by soft splashing
Or quick hit crunching
Fleshy floating, bone and stone
Either way this leap is mine
And I’ll be flying for a time

— April Resnick

oparkaa-waterfall-painting-linda-phelps

Oparkaa Waterfall Painting, by Linda Phelps

~ by April on September 12, 2013.

Posted in Death, Family, Friendship, Identity, Nature, Poetry, Writing
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2 Responses to “This Edge”

  1. reminded me of the opening verses of WCW’s ‘Paterson’ in which the cascade of the Passaic is described

    m lewis redford said this on September 16, 2013 at 9:16 am | Reply

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