A signal without an arrow pointing
from an unspecified corner. Choosing not
to speak is the language of the curious;
the absence of shoes limits the desire to go.
Something eventually brings us to the edge,
where the precipice creates a sickness in our
knees, fearing the fall and the bottom.
From here, the other side has an answer;
something we desperately lack.. The depth
before us is concerning, though we
prepare for the leap.
A new thought holds us. We strike the
adventure. A door shuts. We press against.
We gaze at a night absent of direction; day
is extinguished.
Maybe tomorrow we will try again.
Roger Singer 