Desperately, I held onto the rock wall as though if I lost my grip, I’d fall to certain death.
Dare to look down.
And so I looked: the deep velvet soil looking back at me,
5 to 7 inches from my feet.
And so I let: the ground so much closer than I had been sure.
And so I thought: “I know this rock so well. It has been my home, clinging to the crevices of this stone. Once, it did serve a purpose. And now?”
And so I turned: to face a forest to which the dirt path,
on which I hesitated,
led and disappeared.
And so I followed: into the unknown
into the woods.
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