Blogger’s Note: I think I’m done now. No more weird poetry in the archive. I don’t know what inspired me to this “any moment you could snap” stuff, but there it is. Enjoy.

that edge is closer than you think
stand a minute, knowing well the world
is round, rain wets, life breathes,
love conquers all.
what proof have we? do we know
even ourselves? our own potential
to disappoint is manifest—are we not
of the world? why then persist?
rise tomorrow, should it come, and
convince yourself of absolutes,
relativity, the gravity that binds.
the sun will rise, the snow fall,
the market rebound, the phone ring—
and when these things do not,
jump

J. Thorp
22 Jan 2002