If I Leap
written by: Makaila Aarin
@makaila_aarin
A deep, roaring river rushes below me.
Concrete bridge replaces familiar mulch trail.
Staring at the current’s strength, I want to leap.
Blue jays and robins carol, pines shake, I breathe,
picturing my love’s flushed cheeks turn pale, body frail.
A deep, roaring river rushes below me.
Between sheets, deprived of his warmth, I dream
of picnics and nature hikes before his heart failed.
Flesh craving ice and frostbite, I ought to leap.
I curse chemicals that couldn’t end his body’s
raging battle. I wish he’d catch me. I wail
as a deep, roaring river rushes below me.
Boulders, as heavy as love I couldn’t keep,
wait for me to hurtle over the metal rail.
Rolling waves summon me, I shall leap.
My wool coat and knitted cap won’t save me.
Water will prevail, steal each inhale.
A deep, roaring river rushes below me.
Feet wobble, unhinged on the edge, I leap.
