Looking back, it's something I've always had:
As a kid, it was a glass-floored elevator
I crouched at the bottom of, my eyes squinched tight,
Or staircase whose gaps I was afraid I'd slip through,
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Hi, Alicia. I'm new to this site and it's a joy to find so many of your poems here. This one resonated. I've always been chary of heights and have tried to combat it by going climbing with crazy companions, so I'm not new to fear barriers. The title turns the whole trope. And, of course the form is there, with intermingled but perfectly matching pairs of end-rhymes, s word choices that pop (unfathomable) , and a perfect final line. Fine poem. John
It's that the ledge itself invents the leap......marvelous!