Tonight, I leap from my balcony
and fly. The air is a warm bath
and I am naked above the whole world.
The wind is a tenor’s voice,
tremulous beside me.
Below me the earth is a circuit board
of lights and I am a current escaped
from its paths. The earth is an ocean
and I am a whale, fully breaching.
How far below me I have left loneliness,
foreboding, and despair. And yet,
how delicate this joy is. How thin
the air becomes. How fast
I lose altitude, how quickly
the night becomes too high
to reach its ledge. How soon
I am standing
on this balcony once again,
never having leapt at all.