The man who smoked it

If you're not living on the edge,

you're taking too much space.

So said the cigar and the man

who smoked it.

Right up there, looking down the rift in the cliff

between sky and depth surrounded by loneliness

warm, bathing in a “contre-jour” of light

peeping through a hole againt a grey sky.

His friend, the high mountain wind

gently touching his arm, his back, his neck

carrying Montecristo's fumes in a straight line,

thick, bold though frail as life

hesitates.

Feeling more pressure would make him fall

it shows it cares by tipping edelweiss' head

at which he stares.

One of those piece of time

to frame and remember.

SB

E: 1-7-09

If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space.--Anonymous quote discovered many years ago on a "No Fear" poster picturing a man performing a flag pose on a cliff.