Thin nylon strands
had us connected,
tethered together,
tiny living
specks
moving
like frozen molasses.

Certain death
was evident
on both sides
of the knife-edged ridge
with jagged
rocky bottoms.

We were mesmerized
by the curvature
& witnessed
falling stars
whistling past
our wool-capped heads.

Up there,
near Heaven
we were so alive,
more alive
than
the
dead
walking
down here
at sea level
witnessing nothing
(but mass media &
fake reality shows).