A silence bated by the tipsy fall of leaves,

A silence buoyed by the tingling wind.

Such vertigo

Such primal focus

Peers just too far past the thinning edge

Broken, cracked

Sun-sapped sticks

With a rush, now, with a snap.

Quick scuttle of quicker feet.

Look,

Relax,

Remember –

Slowly, even smoothly.

Reframe to a subtler fix.

Fasten your eyes and pray.