I have walked
upon the lava of volcanoes
reckless, not caring
if I burned my feet,
I have sunk deep into quicksand
struggling
so that it wouldn’t swallow me up.
I have climbed the steep sides of icebergs,
holding my breath
I have strained to reach the depths of the sea
and from the top of a mountain
I have flung myself, wingless,
but a drop of rain is enough
to make me drown.