Photo by Karen Arnold. Pixabay.com. CCO License

So this thing with jumping.

Once I ledge-leave

there is no recourse.

Nothing but accelerating fall, fury and splash.

Jumping is the sign

that I really believe,

regardless of joy or remorse.

Else I am stating all theory. I am the dash—

before the word.

And in the short sleeve

of the dash’s million pores

are infinite points waiting, a myriad. I am an Asterisk*

*Hold that thought!

Hold on now before I heave

myself over this edge, before I sign in ink, before I endorse.

Forgive my hesitating. There’s so much more to ask.