The Cliff: A Tall Tale
Don't look down
They say
Starve yourself
Of the unknown
For nobody knows
What's below
I shield my eyes from the cliff
Proclaiming my distrust of the ledge
I sway as the wind
Whispers
Horrifying nothings in my ear
I dare not peak
Lest the bottom I seek
Tensing, I coerce the rock
To become one
With my feet
If earth hears my plea
Safety is guaranteed
I find
To my dismay
That this cliff and I are different matter
Forced into a new plan
To brave the matter at hand
I wriggle my fingers and toes
To commune with the air
And confess that my ability to fly
Was what I doubted from the start
Open eyes
Nowhere to hide
I make eyes at the ungodly drop
Like fornicating with a familiar demon
For the first time
I see you
Now what can you do?