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.