Poem for Display at a Police Checkpoint

Sometimes, you need a bridge where there is no river. The ground falls away & you need that pique experience — looking down on everything without ever having climbed, sky & water wearing the calm blue uniform of authority. Held up by high-strung cables, speeding through our lives, we could all use a pause to adjust our perspective, get in touch with who we really are & what brings us here, dry- mouthed or sweaty, death as close as a sudden, wild leap.