fear

scaling the edge

mountain of fear

never looking down

in the lunchroom

i saw you
in the distance,
years ago,
you were dark,
seemingly –
colour and poise,
and i was afraid
in my youth
maybe it was me
that was dark –
clumsy awkward fear…
maybe it was just
the wavering fluorescent force field
between us –
and you
standing upon the moon
so alone
so far from everything known,
unapproachable,
yet close
in darkness
and essence