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The View From Halfway Down

 

 

The weak breeze whispers nothing
the water screams sublime.
His feet shift, teeter-totter
deep breaths, stand back, it's time.


Toes untouch the overpass
soon he's water-bound.
Eyes locked shut but peek to see
the view from halfway down.


A little wind, a summer sun
a river rich and regal.
A flood of fond endorphins
brings a calm that knows no equal.


You're flying now, you see things
much more clear than from the ground.
It's all okay, or it would be
were you not now halfway down.


Thrash to break from gravity
what now could slow the drop?
All I'd give for toes to touch
the safety back at top.


But this is it, the deed is done
silence drowns the sound.
Before I leaped I should've seen
the view from halfway down.


I really should've thought about
the view from halfway down.
I wish I could've known about
the view from halfway down

 

 

 

- BJHM 6x15