newfane, vermont
fear is always a self-inquisition,
staring down from
that pulpit of rock,
watching some callow, calloused jock
push me away,
vault a chopstick frame
into ten feet
of mossgreen water.
fear is wondering why-
staying parked on the brink
of total ego crash,
as another callow jock
flips down
from that agonizing rock
without batting an eyelash.
