August 25, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/The Big Jump

stutter, cliff, rickety, bones, cart, absence
rift, flight, longing, sustain, baffles, language

The Big Jump

Walking steadily backwards

The edge of the cliff was a surprise

To say the least

Suddenly I took flight without intention

Something I could not sustain

My rickety bones hit bottom

In an array of salty language

They call it the Rio Grand Gorge

Home to the folks who live in Taos

A great big old crack in the ground

The very sight of it makes one begin to stutter

And a longing manifests itself

For those who wish to leave this planet

And are baffled about how

One thing about the Gorge

Is that it is a sure thing

When so much else isn’t

...a cart is necessary to collect the remains

August 23, 2014

Note:  Forgive me for being irreverent for it is tragic for so many left behind, but many people who no longer like it here, jump from the edge of the Gorge, one thing for sure if you jump, there is no changing your mind.  I try to respect those who choose the Gorge, who is to say, who should go and who should stay?  The local town folks are pondering some safety measures to keep people from jumping.