Hanging from the cliffs edge, clinging not at all. Dangling besmirched by fingertips, one hand only. Craning towards the chasm, wholly unafraid to fall, the cliff and the chasm curiosities, no preference. Long ago fallen, so fast that I stopped nowhere in particular, in mid air. Greeted by solitude unsupported. An unexpected absence in the fullness. Alone? No that’s not it, something else is missing, something so familiar. Clinging an afterthought, dangling an attitude, craning instinctual. I remember now. My constant companion, my reason and purpose, my problem! Dissolved. I release my fingertips, nothing changes. I hover without hovering. The chasm beckons, a humpbacks call. A distant buoy sounds a blissful bell. I know that bell, the ocean song. The only tune it knows, struck the key of me, echoing before forever began. Come home I hear it say, listening ever closer. A whisper now, softer than sound, unheard a silent thought. No form at all, no utterance, no ripple whatsoever. I am home, I never wasn’t. Hello my love, how was your day?
