She’s The One

some people fall through cracks
and have no means to stop
tumbling; while others learn
to like it, if not love it:

but there are some who throw
themselves down,
knowing that stretching a hand
further than it wants to go
is the only way

Everests are climbed,
base camps abandoned: and if
you find yourself alone
in the clouds and no one knows
you’ve made it to the summit,
all the more reason to sing

the song of the climbers,
the tumblers, the dreamers
high on a ledge for so long
they no longer know climbing
from falling, acrobats
from clowns: tying themselves down
for another long night
dreaming of descent come morning