Breathless
It is as though time has halted briefly,
Allowing me to reach back and grasp
That which I thought forever lost.
A sensation of standing at a scenic lookout,
High up a mountain road,
Leaning over the edge,
Enraptured by the view.
With my full weight resting against the rail
Aware that I can step -or fall- across the rail
And become part of that which I see.
Imagining that I can fly into it and avoid the fall,
Yet drawn back to myself by a brisk wind
That gives me back the breath
Such a thought would take from me.
5/10/90 CBByrd