An Ode to That Which Was Never

 

Standing

Toes dangling over the crumbling precipice

A gentle breeze

Swaying in the spring air

Decay sweetly assaults the senses

So thick it cannot escape the mouth.

No longer wanting to fall

Not able to breathe

Frozen lungs

thawing a little.

Shouting Shouting Shouting!

Gibberish caught and mangled by the wind

Swept off to nowhere.

Unheard, or resolved not to hear.

Afraid of annunciations. Sounds.

Daydreams of words drifting down

Cottonwood clouds

Translated into meaning.

An apparition.

fever dreams.

Toes slide from the edge

Carried to the door and down the stairs.