The Walk II

And in the walk between
My front room
And kitchen
I fell off that cliff
The wind body-pressing, resisting
As I fell in, in, in
Dark clouds neverending
But with will and wings
I beat, beat, beat the retreat
Back the clouds' fume
Back from darkness
Up, up, up to parallel
The gold and green,
The water mountains light
Sparkling ...
At the other side
Of the divide.
My side
I achieved safe
Touchdown: footsoles
Landed square on grass 
And pebbles, sand,
Body straightened
Stood tall, seagulls
Heckling 
As I smiled down
The cliff wall,
Smiled at
My win.

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