wings of hesitation

we don't know any better
but caution feels like wisdom
There's nothing at risk.
There's nothing at stake.
but it feels like there is
it just feels like it is
with so much good
up so high up

we forget what our wings are made of

we forget there's no ground
below us now,
to break upon

and we can't crash
now, only dive in
from above on high,
straight down, cutting glass -
make a splash,
make a wave,
and drown

Then, with thousand-mile reach,
in the skip of a beat
that passed
we'd cough up on a beach,
beating each other's
heart, and breathing each
other's breath. Coming to ourselves

with a gasp,

and laughing at all of the caution
we'd fashioned to wings,
until time enough
was more than past

to hurl ourselves
to the wind
to the death,

and as if,
and at last.