Sometimes
you are walked slowly to
the precipice
of a moment
a change,
a paradigm shift.
Or
you are dragged
screaming, to the cliff-side;
clawing the ground.
And dirt clods
crumble
and fall.
Maybe
you turn around quite
suddenly
and there you are,
the leap,
a tentative step,
one inch more.
Sometimes
you make the fall,
careening,
downward,
in progress.
But the wind invigorates
at least
on the way down.
And this
is better
than standing stomach
clenched
on the edge.
