Fire climbs up my flesh,
seeping through my pores –
my veins are charged
with impulse.
The ledge of the world is before me.
I step up and finally
see the vastness beyond.
Coiled, my knees spring
to launch
my body down.
I ride the air’s waterfall;
I don’t fear the fall.
Someone will catch me.
They always do.
And if that fails, my shoulders
will ignite with ember-flower wings
to carry me back
where I belong.