"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 once told him.
I've known this urge.
Look, it's easy.
Put your feet to the rocky edge, bend your knees,
and extend your arms like an Olympian diver.
Take a breath, and summon all your courage.
Pushing off into airiness isn't hard,
if you know there's love waiting in the sand
below to dust the fright off your shoulders,
asks 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 canals of your ear.
Love offers you shelter from blades and shotguns,
opens the folds of its meaning, and builds a fire
to wait for your return.
At the rim, I want to jump into the Canyon,
and run into your ocean naked, and reborn in your arms."