The String to My Balloon

I had an edge

in all this,

A sharp-white

Break

Between

the way

Life

Works

And the way

I’d let you

Live it.

But then He

showed me

Grace upon,

Grace upon,

Grace upon

that same edge,

The steep cliff

My toes curled

Over–down

Was all I saw.

And now?

The gentle push

Into ether,

My chin tilted

Up,

And you fluttering,

Flowing behind me,

The string

to my

Balloon.