Near Infinity
At what precise instant did the air turn to water
inviting him to drown peacefully in its depths?
When did the wind whisper
it's all right - I'll catch you somewhere between
the first moment of unalterable beauty
and that little cabin down there,
its smoke funneling towards you.
I will catch you -
who could resist such a temptation?
How is it on every peak we silence
the voice of the wind?
Instead of listening we stare, and dream
of the beauty of the fall,
but always fear the crash is the end.
Dec. 16, 1994
Elizabeth Marzloff