Can you throw yourself
in, again
and again?

Can you rip wide the wrapper
safety-sealed
for someone's protection
and let spring forth
what will?

Butterflies, maybe
or dirt
or blood
or a full-court dance-press crew
of pirate gremlins
playing mad fiddle music
and tapping out code
with their crazy, nonsensical, wooden-shoe
dance?

I was so afraid
for so long
of opening up
for I had no idea
what would spill forth.

Wisdom, I hoped.
Lunacy, I suspected.
Venom, surely, from the hordes
of slathering
hostile
standers-by
I was sure.

In case you hadn't noticed
I am still here
with most of my parts
and some of my dignity
and so, for that matter,
are you.

I was so afraid
of the meter
that I clung
to the prose.

Yet here we are,
together,
basking in something,
not quite normal
not entirely strange
and maybe just a little bit
marvelous.

Jump
jump
jump with me

We will catch our own breaths
with the thrill
of it all
or we will fall
with a thud
to the hard, hard ground.

I have news for you:
it was there anyway.

Leap
leap
again
and again.

No choice
but to leap
again
and again...

xxx
c

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