the weak breeze whispers nothing

the water screams sublime

his feet shift, teeter-totter

deep breath, stand back, it’s time

toes untouch the overpass

soon he’s water bound

eyes locked shut but peek to see

the view from halfway down

a little wind, a summer sun

a river rich and regal

a flood of fond endorphins

brings a calm that knows no equal

you’re flying now

you see things much more clear than from the ground

it’s all okay, it would be

were you not now halfway down

thrash to break from gravity

what now could slow the drop

all I’d give for toes to touch

the safety back at top

but this is it, the deed is done

silence drowns the sound

before i leaped i should’ve seen

the view from halfway down

i really should’ve thought about

the view from halfway down

i wish i could’ve known about

the view from halfway down