Approaching the Abyss

Approaching the Abyss

Consider how it feels to get

up for a glass of water, mid-

night, at a stranger’s house. 

The mind, so too the eyes, 

are blind and groping. Then, 

consider if the consequence

for negligence were more than just

a shattered pinky toe or vase,  

but utter devastation of a life 

you thought you knew, a life

you thought was yours. Then—

but no, enough. You understand, 

I trust, my fear of entering 

the dark of the unknown alone.  

But if we’re faithful to the metaphor

the fact remains we’re parched, 

and willing, then, to risk everything

for a glass of something cool to drink.