Visions of Eden
by Malory Columbretis
Always on the precipice,
Never falling over.
Each attempt at jumping
Only blown back by the wind.
No matter how heavy
Or how long I stand
Upon this steepest ledge —
So narrow,
So thin,
So shaky ‘neath my feet —
It does not crumble.
Why can’t the ground just give away?
I’ve let it go so long ago.
Let the earth swallow me whole,
Let my soul nest within her core.
Bruised and battered;
Worn and weathered;
A dying ember —
That was a sun —
The howling winds
Would not let smoke.
Head in the clouds,
Feet shackled to the ground;
An onslaught of tempests
Bellowing, rabid,
Pure furor and wrath
For all the days I’ve known.
Still, I am plagued
By visions of Eden
In this enduring hell.
Waves Without Sounds 