PRECIPICE

Do you remember going to the canyon

looking down and seeing

everything?

A universe unimagined

opportunities untold?

Do you remember the glory

the wonder

the majesty of it all?

And the fear�

the magnetic pull to just

dive in?

You remember going?

You remember standing for hours

before the fall

before we fled

to the safety of our separate rooms

our heads

our individual interior monologues?

You remember the trip, right?

We should go back there sometime�