A Walk Through Fire Poem by James McLain

Wading through the sand hip deep
too reach the edge
that drops off into the rolling thunder
an abyss of blinding yellow partial conciliated light
separated by thin skin
as wave after wave of humanity looks on
such is the nature of a star
and most dust as it struggles
too coalesce into that which you think is some thing you are not
but you are
and I am using sea urchins as stepping stones
when with out wings
and skipping stones, I ride across
each law of unrelenting gravity
as it slowly looses it's momentum
or until it is stopped
that tiny one object that is greater than even, 'I am.