I stand on a precipice,
looking out into the land
of the beautiful impossible,
and I am told to jump -
Jump and spread
your wings - Wings
that I do not see
but only can I
feel - wings given
for free, wings attached
with string, and steel,
wings borrowed in
this slivered space -
Stand straight, I am
told, stand tall,
spread them as
far as the horizon -
Jump!

I look at you and
the world sharpens,
inhales and zooms
into me, racing,
coursing, cascading
throughout my body
into and throughout
my marrow; embracing
and intertwining with
my thoughts out
into the very finger tips
that take hold of your
face to look up and
see you smiling at me