i wonder what she thinks at night
when peaceful sleep eludes her
do eyes that view the precipice
see dreams that might include her?
leaps we take across the years
grow longer with our stride
toward boundless battles with our fears
that never quite subside
sometimes ledges beckon us
with grey…
I don’t see them fall
but fall they do.
Each time,
I imagine the thud
of skull on glass,
then carcass on wood.
In one surely unobserved instant,
a life that was
vanishes,
and in the 5/11 of a second
that it takes for my shutter
to open and close
I become
official biographer…
