I got good at giving bad advice.

Patting backs and pushing them one step forward.

Until at the cliff
where one leads running into their own somersault flight
of the risk of the failure that there a dive.

I felt weightless
within this plunge.

Had faith the waters
will feather the fall.

I knew I could always climb back up
to go again,
to walk the same foot path my friends and I had stepped into creation.