blow (phoenix)

Standing
At the edge
Of reason

Behind me
A mountain
Of experience
Cool or bright or
Heavy with rain
Depending
On the season

In front of me
A chasm, an abyss
Sharp and skinny
Yet its base lies
Too deep below
For me to see
Where it could go

A subtle breath
Of expectation
Is exuded by
The gentle breeze

But it doesn’t say
How it will blow
- I could melt
- I could freeze

Nor whether
Once I leap
I’ll find myself
In the darkness
Gagged and bound
Or freely flying
On its wings

For I don’t
Quite know how
Not to blow it
With you now