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"

Something Missed

I have
missed
something
but what is it
I have
missed?
I have travelled
a long way
to get here
I am sometimes
very tired
I hold up
in quiet places
I walk through
forests
I listen
to birds
I pick up
scents
I think about
the past
all the
empty
abandoned
nests
The fireworks
at dusk
The stars
in the night sky
Flowers
blooming
children
playing
cliches
metaphors
Where is it
hiding?
This thing
I missed
I will only
know
when
I find it
If I
find it
before
it's
to late
to
see

"ellecee"