• Ethan Shapiro

On Three

Standing at the edge of a tall red cliff

looking up upon the big blue sky

speckled with small singing birds.

Looking down

small pieces of stone sliding off the face

leaving ripples in the water below.


I take a step forward,

pebbles shifting under my feet.

World growing silent,

deafening me.

The familiar voice of my

fiercest enemy, fear.


I feel my feet lift into the air,

the wind catches me in a cradle.

Earth begins to rise around me

the smooth walls growing ever taller.


Closing my eyes as air becomes water,

caught in nature’s cool embrace.

Surfacing to see the sky

while soft sounds return to the world.

The shadowy silence left above

to dissipate into the warm summer air.


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