Small Cracks

Small cracks

I waver on the edge
and ask myself
How deep is it?
this fiord beneath my feet
The crack is narrow
the ice has pushed up
on both sides
The tide
showing of its strength
This seems to be a
habit of mine
Teetering on the edge of
small cracks
Places where others

simply stretch their legs

and walk over

I am such a timid bird

embarrassed that 

with all my strength

I'm not an eagle

soaring off

a real precipice

and

drifting down

into a real

canyon

"ellecee"