NOW
I have been standing – waiting – waiting
Waiting to move closer to the edge
Slowly – imperceptibly – moving toward the brink
Slowly – imperceptibly – removing myself from
those around me
The path wanders, my journey falters, appearing
to cease
But always – always moving closer to the edge
Where I must step up to the brink and declare my
faith
And the willingness to stand alone – and face
the darkness
1/19/78
