What is it about the edge?
Can’t everyone just enjoy a calm, cliff-free life?
It doesn’t seem to be about the limits. No
not the tension you must lose in your grip to survive,
not the headiness of cold mountain air gulped after a lunge,
not the desire to test human against godly engineering,
not the reward for a thing done successfully. No
Perhaps it’s just the promise
of pillowy white clouds to cover your descent . . .
pillowy white clouds to veil the hard truths you may meet in the end.