My advice, is how it starts,
this wild ride down the cliff-face.
I am scared, and yet the fall
does not kill me. Instead,
boulders knocked loose by careless feet
begin to fall around and on
me while I breathe deep,
safe, relaxed and easy.
You'd better, is how it ends
because better and worse are married
forever, tied with a knot
that grows tighter and more dense
with every bold descent. Hanging now,
kicking against the cliff-face,
the rope no longer slips through its carrier,
catches on the hard steel
pulls that knot into yet another rock.