Tumble, tears, tumble.
Today I will not stop you.

I gave the sign and now the guide rope has been cut
The ground has been flooded

The shrinking ledge on which I perch is now but a brief resting place:
A hard climb up? A painful fall down?

What is at the top?
What is at the bottom?

If I stay here in this tiny place with only room for one –
One scared
One unprepared –
How long before I tumble?

5 thoughts on “Tumble

  1. I really like this, Rachel, esp. the first 5 lines, which I think are really poetic – taut, visual, metaphorical, dense.
    Mum xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx


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