Standing upon the cliff of impossibilities:
I wait

Ready to jump into the ravine
where the canyons are wide and
filled with the slow rivers of time
the evening yawn of sunset, cools
and the side pools are surrounded
by the whine and whirr of
crickets, cicadas

But the lazy fish
turn in their sleep
roiling into the deep of their dreams
filled with waves and wind
walls of sand and storm
of unyielding undertow

Then night and the sky is lit
full of spark and strike
come before the collapsing drum roll
of echoing thunder
a long fade into the forgetfulness
of morning and memory