I just noticed!
I am on the edge of a precipice!
I have been walking this trail
as far back as I can remember,
just strolling along,
feeling awed by the scenery,
breathing-in the bright air,
always thinking my thoughts…
but woefully unaware.
When did my path come
alongside
the edge
of this
cliff?
Don’t look down!
I look
down!
The sheer drop
grabs my gut,
spins me dizzy,
makes my feet clumsy.
I am on the edge of old age.
Sometime, I will fall to my death.
Ann Keiffer
December, 2014
