Cliffs

Words are afraid up here.

The rapture and the terrifying exposure.

Strange birds roosting, a human voice shouting a world's-end

shout.

Snow hurries to the meeting, wanting to cover the waking in my

body.

I could fill up the sea with this waking.

The outlook is thrilling; it satisfies.

It goes even further than the view from the heights of love.

It eats the roof off the sky.