Post by LynnDoiron on Feb 25, 2008 21:08:16 GMT -5
They say you took the leap but they’re wrong. You’re on the
ridge or where the root hangs loose or just above, the ledge;
you feel the pebbles, round and chunky, give, the sonics of
your heart kah-BOOM kah-BOOM hard in your ears with none
but mice or bobcat who might care (but won’t). And that’s no
fault of theirs they won’t mourn family not their own. There’s
an eagle in your hair, talons tangled, urging you forward or
dragging you back or maybe just confused. You did lean out,
didn’t you, daring the distance to snap you up (or is that down)?
And she might’ve thought your head a dead snag for a perfect
cliff-edge roost. If she did, your scream outdid her Screeeee!
Kah-BOOM kah-BOOM the heart goes on and the hair goes off
in root-tagged hanks hung from bird feet. She is free of you,
you of her, and later they will all say you leapt for the pain you
could not keep.
