Hanging on the Edge of Eternity
The empty expanse
Before me isn’t as deep
As the abyss
Below
I stand, a statue,
A pine, lonely as
I cling desperately
To the sheer face of
The Edge.
All depth vanishes
My eyes close;
The hypnotizing view
Steals my breath
The raging water below
Echoing off stone
The eternal struggle –
Water on rock –
Even more hypnotic
Than the mist
Thrust skyward
From where
Enemies collide
As my Soul twists
Slowly freeing its
Roots from the
Sheer granite,
Awaiting the
Slow erosion of
Time, the
Great Equalizer
To take its course
To free me from this
Self-induced prison
(Why did I grow
Here???)
The wind whips
And tears another
Stone loose from the cliff:
One less stone
To hold me here . . . .
. . . As I hang
On the Edge of Eternity