The Canyon, The Audience, and The Stage

Heavy hoofs of commitment shuffle through the night.
What you can’t see can’t stop you from falling forward;

The bravest of us have thrown stones & felt along the edges with our palms.

________________________


We play it through.
We play for keeps.

________________________


The gape of this mouth will not be made to swallow.

We dot lines across the nighttime sky and hum in the darkness.
We look the gifted horse right in the teeth and cross our fingers.