Tumble, tears, tumble.
Today I will not stop you.
I gave the sign and now the guide rope has been cut
The ground has been flooded
The shrinking ledge on which I perch is now but a brief resting place:
A hard climb up? A painful fall down?
What is at the top?
What is at the bottom?
If I stay here in this tiny place with only room for one -
One unprepared -
How long before I tumble?