Headfirst
The rocky ledge is crumbling
Beneath my barely bending toes
This layered life is buckling
And digits tire of grabbing hold
A chasm yawns below me
I hear dirt clicking down walls
But the echo’s growing softer
So I lean in towards the fall
I could step back and stay safely
Where sediment and systems rule
Or drop headfirst into wonder
A dissenting dusty fool
Will freedom feel like madness
Or will madness mask the free
No matter ’cause I choose to tip
A tumbling curiosity
-a.r.
