Delicate deliberate fingers
Bent crooked waving
Point the blame
You reserve the anger
the workings
of a snapped bone
and in motion
you chide yourself silently
To be the Man.

Cliff’s edge
feet dangle precariously
into the great nothing
and whistling with the wind
Not-careless, carefree
Sea shells transmitting
white noise, bright noise
unseemingly unburdened
But burdened
By the possibility.