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