On Being Fragile

I stand on the edge of the cliff,

look down at the waters who,

          dare me,

will me     to come to them,

I know I will land safely,

wrapped as a newborn in a mother’s loving arms

Still     I hesitate

                      It is such a long way down,

Up on toes I go

   arms       stretch above my head,

thumbs almost touching,

slight bend forms in my knees       and

in the pause between heartbeats,

I push off and reach for the sky.

©Pamela V Jones 2011