New Bread Broken Poem by Eugene Osowski

Only Part of the Experience of Standing
On a Mountain Ledge Is the Fear of Falling Off.

What would win me to its wishes
By the beauties that abound
In the rapture of my falling

Like a raindrop
To the ground?

I need only
Ask the question:
Shall I live, or shall I die?
And may presently discover

If I fall or if I fly!

For the vale below entreats me,
And the impulse seems to swell,

As I dither in the ether
Of a pause that pleases well!

I am like a new bread broken
When an old sin is confessed -

In the crucible of wonder,
I have teetered onA path the crest.