Falling

 

She tiptoed along

The edge of night,

Inching ahead,

One toe at a time,

Cautiously seeking

Solid ground.

*

Her feet falling firm

On the razor’s edge,

Arms flung wide

On either side,

Embracing the dark,

She walked without seeing.

*

Suddenly Sunlight

Burst over the hills,

Night-dwellers scattered

As Blinding Truth

Owned the sky and

Spoke its power.

*

She glanced at her feet

And, seeing the truth,

That all the while

She’d been walking on air,

She spread her wings wide

And fell into the sky.

© 2013 Pamela Stead Jones