Standing on the edge of a cliff;
Toes hanging over the edge;
Ahead, a view that reaches in
To grab all breath away;
Looking in the face of God.
Though not looking down,
Complete awareness of
The gaping chasm below
Toes hanging over the edge;
Yawning, mystery of space.
Fear and wonder filled,
Hung in awe on a brink,
Toes hanging over the edge,
With a wind from behind,
Having never used wings.
Lee Ann Schaffer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hanging-toes/
