Morning’s Risk

Closed eyes
avoiding the inescapable
avoiding the endless fall
of a cliff face
crashing down to bright rivers
bordered by currents to consume

Feet on icy paths
glare blinding in the sun
and with open eyes the desire to run
to fall and fly to waters deep
a moment to splash
a lifetime to sink
a desperate hand to grasp for air
frozen lungs, choked and bare

But with a sharp and silent look
eyes open to choices took
and through the fall
and to impact
eyes can’t close to what was lacked

Too late to know, too late to care
the waters swallow all that’s there
and if the water falls
to jagged rocks
to icy waters
and feared shocks
the distant heights are far away
and all that’s left
is to sink, swim
or pray

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