You might have read Yes, Virginia … Some things Are Impossible, published recently.
This is connected, in a way; I wrote it a few years ago. It’s just about staying real.
You Go To The Edge
‘Come to the edge’, he said. ‘Trust me’.
‘No’, they responded. ‘You go to the edge’.
‘Don’t be afraid of the cliff’, he said. ‘Have faith in me’.
‘It’s a long way down’, they said. ‘And who are you, anyway?’
‘Come to the edge’, he said. ‘Take a risk. Leap into the unknown’.
‘Easy for you to say’, they responded. ‘We'll stick with calculated risks, thanks. Have you ever heard of gravity?’
‘Come to the edge’, he said. ‘Anything is possible if you want it badly enough’.
‘Yes, well – about that...’ they said.
‘Come to the edge’, he said. ‘Be the best versions of yourselves. I’ll give you wings’.
And so they came.
And he tried to push them; he wanted them to fly.
And they sidestepped.
And he went over.
Oooops ....
And he didn't fly.
At all.
Janette Parr, 2020
(Apologies to Christopher Logue*; I was never convinced)
*Christopher Logue’s poem (1961/62)
Come to the edge.
We might fall.
Come to the edge.
It's too high!
COME TO THE EDGE!
And they came,
and he pushed,
And they flew.
Yes...presenting yourself with wings and saying, 'Come join me..' would have a different outcome.
Thanks Janette...For years I thought it was....
'Come to the edge,' he said. They said, 'We are afraid'. 'Come to the edge', he said. They came. He pushed them...and they flew. (Guillaume Apollinare)