The Cliff Is Waiting

The cliff is waiting, high above the clouds,
Memories flicking through your mind, a T.V. surfing through channels,
100 per second, until it finds one and stops
Only to continue iin a blur of colors and sounds a few moments later.

Your heart beating faster as the wind calls your name,
As it whispers promises and secrets in your ears.
Maybe they’re true, maybe they aren’t, but will you find out this day?
What will you do, perched up high on your cliff
Like a jackdaw poised for flight? Will you jump,
Try to fly like the crows, the ravens, the jackdaws?
Or will you let them go, flying away with your dreams?
Or maybe you just need someplace to be flying.