Oct 01, 2008 10:56
Step up
Your foot gropes, slides
Bare toes find and curl
Over the edge
Eyes jammed shut
Breath a hitch
Hung in your throat
Arms swing back
And you’re soaring
This is the climax
That you’ve been working towards
This is the moment
You woke each morning for
And now,
Leaping into space,
You see
there is no dénouement
one of the writing prompts i subscribe to was "jump" today. I got this exquisite image of a ballerina jumping off the edge of the stage & this is what came out of it....