somedays, legs dangle blue-bare over edges worn & tempting
skin that looks parched of tenderness and youth
not my own ....
bones broken
and
breadcrumbed to the precipice
with some wild half-remembered call to
rest
there .... legs dangle
inadequacy tugs
at
expectation & light
the pull to slide off ....
slide
off ......
surrender to the white weariness
is
bitterroot magnetic ....
tastes of
lime
and
brick
slide .....
arms stretched overhead to gods & birds
slide ....
the dust of days breezed & swept away by the rushing downward fact of gravity tested as the slide is remembered and that decision turned to whimsies regret
eyes closed mason-jar-tight against impact
lime and brick and air and falling
lime and brick and air and falling
eyes
open
to
warmth
and
the
feathered forgiveness of the sun
