Before I Do Away with Plan B

                                                                       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.