Saturday, April 2, 2011


I sit facing my fate atop a tree covered cliff face, like fruits waiting to fall I go out on a limb of faith.

Sun covered expanse is like a walkway of golden proportions, "reflect my beauty" it says, "as you follow my lead".

Owing my existence to a life I have glimpsed from the safety of my branching out but a handful of times, instills what confidence would term its juxtaposition in the vertical reaches of an upward destination.

"Let go" I say to myself; heart pumping that which can melt fields of icicles. Break away cold chills liquify a spring song, serenading the wind that lightly shakes me loose.

I'm free.

©Krishna Volk

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