The earth beneath my feet
Will fall away
And I will step forward
Into the transition
Solid ground
Built across empty air
Inviting me to plant my feet
It brings a false simplicity
As if the movement were easy
And not the descent
From comfort into unseen depths
Punctuated by the climb
That promises the new
By way of suffering
As if there could be a way
To climb without effort
To move into the future
Without pain
Every crossing a preparation
For a final bridge
A final unknown
Waiting on the other side – Caroline A. Slee