We arise
taking ourselves to the edge,
where I can balance the force of inertia.

The edge is so breathtaking
branches of red tributaries, spewing like exoskeletons of leaves
I felt the breath caught in my chest.

Look at the distances we’ve voyaged!

The troughs and crescents we’ve accomplished.

The muting peaks,

the crescendos

falling

and rising –

the barren fields.

The symmetries we have conquered.

May we continue our voyage.