Switchback

And just like that

I’m back on the switch,

feet dangling over the edge,

the trampoline below

a milky fog beckoning

in hushed tones

 

                jump

 

the sky always opens in those moments,

its Jericho jaw swallows

the last kiss of regret

on my lips

as it steers me to Jordan

 

my thoughts of you span

the wings of condors

like black silk cutting through

the mist of that final morning

in Georgia, before

 

I don’t listen to the valley’s echo

any more than I listen to my own heart

 

01-30-19