A Decision to be Made

Hulking and heavy, a boulder
hoisted high above a pit,

looming, whispers and

baited breath from below

to chance a glimpse

the moment that it drops.

These few seconds of suspense,

a tiresome feat to behold, do little 

to help the one trying to be anchor, 

pulling on the ropes in every desperate 

attempt to keep the rock above.

It’s seen in the dust that is stirred up,

the unsteady steps that keep trying

to find a more helpful foothold,

the shoes worn down til the soles

have no traction, and the silent

resolve in a grip of a person

whose shaking arms have lasted this long

in a struggle between what 

is possible and probable, but

the boulder seeks to take captor

with it, allow the chasm to swallow

whole the one who grasps, white-knuckled.

Is it better to let go of the heavy stone 

and move on, in disappointment,

 than lose footing and fall in after?