Only a rope allow me to dangle
From high above the forest canopy.
Within its threads, my fingers will tangle
To make sure that the ground I will not see
Until I can find it with my own feet,
And not from a free fall from the wire.
Traveling by zipping, I will complete
This moment of fear from being higher,
And I feel like I accomplished something
That was always buried deep within me,
An irrationality that is holding
From experiencing life that is free.
It’s the way we conquer those things that scare,
By overcoming that childish dare.
John Collings 