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