Jumping

Since poetry seems to be the requirement this week, here's a shot:

I stand
toes
on the edge,
looking
all
the
way down.
Heart
in my throat.

I jump.

It'll end
either in
a beautiful swan dive
and I'll
catch the wind
and
soar.

Or

you'll find me
embedded
in the roof
of someone's car
and ask

what the hell was she thinking?