Come Away from the Ledge
Perhaps tonight it’s impossible
not to dwell on the tiny lip of
the city below. I seek a glimmer
or three. I’m closer to heaven
up here? Moving from subjects
not to take lightly to those that
are light: I’m alive? Oh, this
might take a while. I have such
a cache of photos from my past.
Perhaps I’ve been more nostalgic
than I thought I was. This project.
Or, for example, I generally enjoy
randomly scanning these photographs.
When will this be the case once more?
