do you stop. think.

when the edge comes faster

than expected?

would you leap?

cower? flee? fight? forget?

will you laugh when the end

peeks through

to invite you? or will you

turn your head, hide your eyes

and pretend you don't see.

won't stop. or think?

initially it was all warm wet winds,
brushing past. butterfly like kisses.
but sunshine reigns over those wet winds from the west.
leaving us in wonder
at the shapes and colours of the clouds blowing by.

leaving me alone to wonder.