Hit a wall of color (or is it shadow?)

And take the perilous plunge


Land on your feet

Like a cat

(I hope graceful).

Scuff a foot

And hear it hit—ping

the metallic clink, of a link of my love.

(Does your toe bleed with it? Has the nail chipped?)

Wiggle to the left, just slightly,

And something bites.

Your fear.

Late at night you don't know what things happen.