Closer to the edge I go.
Without wish, I am part of the flow.
Narrow views soon opens wide.
Not long after begins the vertical ride.
Falling faster but still a part.
I scream and thrash with too much heart.
Exhaustion soon does overwhelm.
Acceptance moments before I rejoin the helm.
Back in amongst the almighty flow.
Shoulder to shoulder, again I mix as I go.
Before too long to burble returns to me.
Insight into the next stage of this journey.
Three more drops somewhat the same.
Except with each I sound less in pain.
It is not sad nor defeated.
Rather I am elated that it is now repeated.
Now its over and all is rushing by,
I wonder if I will ever feel again that high.
No way to know but still I shall wish.
Otherwise this will be a time I will forever miss.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 