The air is thick and moist.
My lungs turn into misty caverns that
start to collapse with each daring step-
Steps so precise and gentle that one slight mishap and
Freedom. Freedom from the weight pressing
My feet into the rope. Freedom in the sense of
Focus clear focus. I need to keep breathing
Keep walking. Don’t look down, look ahead.
Look at the ground Oh! The sweet damp
Ground. I miss the cool earth. My burned
Toes would just sink slowly into the cool dewy grass.
Maybe I’ll just collapse onto the smooth rocks
And attempt to embrace each pebble
Thanking them for their stability-
Wiggle. Wobble. Gasp!
Close call, oh lord, close one.
Just one foot in front of the other
almost there. So close, i can taste it!
Taste the water and earthy air. It
Smells how mist feels, cool and airy, like walking
Through a cloud or like a calm day at a east coast beach. All calm
and cold and quiet. Except not quiet. Actually it’s so loud.
Roar. Crash. The falls surround me in a fury of clamor.
A numbing noise now making it hard for me to think.
Think. Stop thinking! Thinking makes you lose focus. Losing
Focus makes you stumble. Stumbling makes you