you test the edges with your foot
and find out how far you can tip-toe
around the flora before
you catch the fear
of falling and your tired shoes
release themselves
over to the force of gravity so strong
you’re sure the laces will untie themselves
and like a boa constricting its prey
slither down
into the abyss, binding your body
to an uncharted route
in this space you find
the rhythm and the blues stormier weather
than you predicted
here the winds push you too close
to the end
