Standing on a ledge ten stories up <br />wind rips at clothing & flesh, <br />a tiger's claws. Hair blown to hell. <br />None of it matters at all. <br />Nothing matters but the hundred feet below <br />& a tiny patch of concrete <br />soon to be filled with blood & brains & <br />the crushed shell of a depressed life. <br />One last look out, then down. <br />Thighs compress for launch: <br />a three second freefall into salvation. <br /> <br />(Copyright 3/1/2006)<br /><br />Hugh Cobb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jumper/
