by Ethel Mortenson Davis
How can I
tell you
what it feels like
to fall
from a cliff,
to fall
and still
be alive
to feel
the night air
on my face?
How can I
tell you
what it feels like
to fall from a cliff?
It’s like the sound
the night hawk
makes.
fourwindowspress 
Yes it is I have done so in my dreams. I love this poem.
Wow–wonderful, Ethel.
Beautiful and delicate in its simplicity!
Thanks for these replies. Ethel
Lofty thought in high C ♪♪♪
You capture your own style so perfectly here, Ethel. This could only be you. 🙂
Ethel, this is euphoric ….. magnificent. I love it. 🙂