Ells Brain

The View From Halfway Down

The weak breeze whispers nothing

the water screams sublime.

His feet shift, teeter-totter

deep breaths, 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, or 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