Suspension

I stand on the edge.

I hang in the gap.

I am the mist coughed up

by the ocean.

offered forth from the water,

I am suspended droplets 

drifting through the valley.

Hanging between the lushes

of mountain sides

I mingle with the leaves

and they may receive me.

I caress the ancient stones,

this colossus that holds life.

I stick to its edge

give it a shimmer

but cannot break its seal.

I am the mist which 

emerged from the sea. 

I hang in the gap.

I stand on the edge. 

by Jessie Meredith