The leap

Shall I do it?

It will be over quickly.

I’m suspended over a clif.

My hair twisting around my eyes

My hands hold the only connections to the earth.

My legs swimming forward to the heavenly sea.

This flight can be launched as many times as my will prevails.

Gravity’s catch is only to coil my journey to the moon.

Punching the cellphone with greatest forces at each spring.

The birds are already leaving.

Corn startch and water to land in,

I clip the surface in fear of sinking.

But, my fingers leave their contractions,

Floating with the rest of me.