on points of no return
I walk the bridge beneath my feet,
That bears my soul from height’s despair;
And forward in this trepid quest,
Toward the far, new edge I dare.
So forward seems my only choice,
To now return would folly be;
As now the side I move toward,
Is all that I can seem to see.
Return no more to ways I knew,
Nor fright me with this dang’rous goal;
All time should well be spent on this
Ascent, descent, of foot and soul.
st. stephen, 2007