This is called "At the Rim."
Enrico says, "When I stand here, I want to jump into the canyon.
When I visit the ocean, I want to run into it.
It's a psychological desire to want to become one with what's
more powerful than us."
Someone told him that once.
Looking into the canyon, I know what he means.
Look, this urge to put feet to the rocky edge,
bend knees and extend arms like an Olympian diver.
Take a breath and summon all your courage.
Pushing off into airiness isn't hard
if you know there is love waiting in the warm sand
below to dust the fright off your shoulders,
and ask how your trip was.
Love places a warm hand on your belly,
and pulls the covers over your cold shoulders,
sings a mountain song into the canal of your ear.
Love offers shelter from blades and shotguns,
opens the folds of its being, and builds a fire
to wait for your return.
At the rim, I want to jump into your canyon
and run into your ocean, naked and reborn.