Climbing a waterfall,

all slick rocks

and wet moss

and at first

it seems so easy.

 

Standing on the ground,

strong earth beneath,

feels good,

a strong connection.

 

Find hand holds

and push and pull,

off on another adventure.

Climbing up,

and somewhere I lose

a secure connection.

 

In the roar of the falls,

nothing left under me,

but rocks and God,

so I turn my eyes up

and keep finding places

to put my hands and feet.

 

Every move a faith.

Holding on

and then pushing away.

Hand over the top,

pull myself up

and it feels good to be

on the solid face of the Earth,

under the sky

and exhilarated.

 

Walk to the edge,

look down

at the cliff I climbed,

there is pride,

but there is also

sadness.

 

The whole point of this

was not to climb

to these heights,

so I could stay,

no way,

this was all about

one big leap of faith.

 

Short run

and then,

I am in the air.

Let go

for a moment

of everything,

except gravity.

 

 

HG – 2021