You know that feeling
When you're standing on the edge of somewhere
Very high
And for a moment
For whatever reason
The muscles in your legs and feet
Roll just a little forward
And you sway towards that fall
And before the vertigo sets in,
Before the fear blooms like weeds in the core of your
Stomach,
There is a moment of utter awe?
That is how it feels to look at her.
I say awe,
It may not be the right word,
I considered "peace" or "joy"
But
See
Awe is both, perhaps,
But also neither.
Awe has the high stakes,
Awe is part fear part love,
And while peace settles in you like a comfy chair,
Awe soars like a rollercoaster hill,
And that's the real feeling,
As closely as I know how to say it.