On The Ridge

Three of them

You see the first one
Which is a knife edge of granite
There is wind howling across it
But you and a friend laughed
In the sunshine
With a rope between you
When you danced through the clouds on its corner

You know the second one
Which is in life, of life, is life
And where words and actions
Are the rope
Between you and your friends
And the clouds prevent, sometimes, a view
The thunder prevents sometimes
Hearing them call signals to you

And you feel the third one
A ridgeline across the grey horizon
Of your own interior wilderness
Standing, at its edge, you turn for the friend
With the rope

But there is no one there
So you wait for favorable signs to cross