The cold and indifferent river,
ran deep under the bridge
The mild and confused heart,
stood with one leg over the railing.
a jump is like birth
to let go of the vantage point
to struggle with unfamiliar currents
to keep the head above water.
I put the other leg over the railing
No burning bushes in my river
Nor any lamb to sacrifice
I am on my own
If I swim against the currents,
Will I drown knowing that I tried?
If I let the currents take me,
Where will it deposit me?
A careless wind slapped my face
Jolting me from the sinking feeling
I took a deep breath,