Over the edge
or nose close to it, I leaned, looking
delerious to ride the donkey’s trail_
So, Ho! to Quixote’s bottomless depths!
Toes gripped curling pebbles and clods of earth.
Weightless legs leapt to a diving stance
flat-footed, my romance gathered dust;
belly-flopped, sprawled and crawled, hand-over-hand,
on my knees, I return to sanity’s ledge
so far from my Grande Canyon’s destiny.