The feeling comes on like words
on the tip of my tongue;
like standing at the edge of a cliff,
toes hanging over, watching the surf
crash into the reef 200 feet down.
Push just a little further.
It is right there.
just out of reach.
What is it?
I feel the brush of its fingertips
on my out stretched hand
as I fall forward through the air,
hoping to wake up
before I hit the rocks below.