If I
had not leapt upon the weathers,
I would not know the rain,
neither the soil soaking violet rain,
nor the mountain rounding violent rain.

A train upon a scheduled track,
rarely derails. It is calculated thus.

If I
wonder whether leaping forth or falling back
into safer briars leaves fewer scars,
exhilaration would be a foreign land
of laughing fools with burnt hands.

Gain versus loss is the work of accountants,
profiteers and venture capitalists.

If I
had not turned away from her,
turned from evaluations of with or without,
turned from the doubt, the wish, the one last kiss,
my hands would never have found yours,
and blue upon hazel unite in the faint
few seconds, standing on a cliff,
together, above a deep and narrow pool
into which we plunged unthinking.