Awaiting the moon

Stand on the ledge and toil with death
The weird desire to throw oneself over
Is it to see the other side, a fascination
Then remembering there’s fear and pain
A really confusing altercation

As we remain so does the pain
With a voice of hope we pass up the rope
A moment of death then perhaps heaven sent
But we don’t really know
When it’s over where we go

So I wait for joy and I wait for love
Here I’ll stay for now
Awaiting the moon to jump over the cow

• Jane Burd
  2009