childhood
The Triangle
Standing there suspended
Between the heavens and
The abyss I am at the
Pinnacle of the Triangle
Time stands still my
Heart is in my throat
The spirit is willing
But my calculations are weak
Casting this fragile apparatus
Off the precipe
The rush of cool air
The thrill of adrenaline
I am following an elipse
On a one way orbit
My position is triangulated
But the hypoteneus curves
I am accelerating along
A 3-second path I cannot predict
Light itself wraps itself around me
Until I am immersed in the deep
When I surface again
Time and space have
Resumed but the vertigo
Of total relativity remains
