On the edge

I want to know

How it feels

To see the sun

Come up

In the Grand Canyon

At the Start of the

New Year

I want to hold

My gaze

I will not budge

Even if a meteor

Comes down

And builds a million more

Tiny canyons

I want to kneel

Soft, still

As a creature

Who will howl

Totally oblivious

Of it’s liberty

Isolation is dangerous

Independence is taboo

Loneliness is ominous

You have nothing without

A tool

The gallon of water

Spills on the dust

And I’m left

With a paste

A crow flies by

As I look up

Is this a sign?

Should I be afraid?

This crooked world

We live in

I may go berserk

One day

Maybe I’d rather

Be this aerial shadow

Flocking to

My sprain

The water has run out

And the sun is up

It’s time to search

For more

Yet I wonder

If I hit vertigo

What more the canyon

Has in store