Courbet’s “Vertigo”

Courbet’s “Vertigo”

Over the edge
or nose close to it, I leaned, looking
down.  Palm-sweaty-forehead-icy-cold,
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.

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