A morning like most others.
Dreams still drip through my mind
Into some form of therapy
A jolt – a true snap at 4.20 something,
awake in wonder as to any underlying reason for
Sleep again, not likely
Yet it finds me with ease
Cliff jumping flight into deep blue
My fall is long, but my entrance sweet
The waves pounded around me, and
The others with me
I’m concerned for my exit
Smooth rocks, rough seas.
Yet here I am already
Staring up the cliff face
A rope to the top
Can bring me up once more.
Let me hook myself to you
Don’t you see it would help
Both of us travel back there.
I can feel the cracks in the face
As the winch takes us back
It’s not as smooth as I remember
This place I’ve never been.