Before falling; falling
 
This poem ends by walking off a
                                                      cliff.
 
It races to that conclusion.
There’s almost no beginning,
barely a middle section
and no real ending
 
It’s all about stepping over the
                                                  edge.
 
The moment when anything can happen
becomes only one thing can happen.
It doesn’t hit the bottom
(you’ll be relieved to hear).
It stalls, precisely at the point
indicated by the title’s semi colon.
 
It explores the instant when a step becomes a
                                                                         fall.
 
When so much is felt.
When indecision becomes commitment.
When commitment becomes fate.
When the poem becomes part of the sky.

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Bruce Greenhalgh lives in Adelaide, South Australia, where he reads, writes and occasionally recites poetry. A collection of his work has been published in Friendly Street Poets New Poets 19 with individual poems appearing in the Weekend Australian, inDaily, Ariel Chart and Rue Scribe. One day he would like to write a truly compelling bio, until then…

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