Cliff
I cannot take a breath
Swallow air
Rigid ribcage imprisons
Eyes fixated on the depth
A glinting lake beckons below
Made small by distance
Encircled by this cliff face
Glacially ground out
A bowl caverned into the mountain
Looking down exerts a pull
Closer to the cliff edge
Inhaling, stepping back
Defying the call of the cwm.
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
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