Crystal Clear, Razor Sharp

Poem 3

I walk to the edge of the stone and I sit

Dangle my feet into space

The empty below falls away soft and slow

And the cold wind kisses my face.

I look down at the valley, so peaceful,

A secret place I keep for someday

It’s empty for now but with pick and with plow

I’ll make a safe home, and I’ll stay.

There’s paper and ink I left there by the road

I’ll map the path I can’t see

Once a journey’s begun under crisp Autumn sun

I’ll charter the way inside me.

A secret place, tucked away in the hills

Only seen from this high spot

I’ve rested a while before facing the miles

In this valley I almost forgot.

I sit at the edge of the cliff and I sigh one more time

Inhale, the time’s almost here

There’s more to do everyday, I can’t waste time this way

For every moment Madam Winter draws near.