Gravity's cinch tightening,
Fingers: brittle, chapped nails,
Filed jaggedly by the course cliff rock,
The rain begins.
Droplets sparkle in the moonlight like diamonds.
But what lines the lethal ground beneath?
Water. It is not to be trusted.
Beginning with a trickle,
It glides across scarred skin,
And then - it collaborates with gravity,
The clamp tightens once more.
Hands lose hold,
A subtle water coating
Making rocks slick.
Legs kick out,
Lit, in an impossible place,
Within a feeble heart,
One blaze can boil the water away.
One flare will light the way home.