The Question

I crawled onto this thin ledge
Understanding the peril
Knowing the scope of risk
And still determined to go.

Had I examined the complexities
I'd have gone anyway.

So, I huddle beneath the rock shelf
Sucking in cold air
Waiting for the floor to crumble.

A friend once said I flirt with danger
The way other men golf.
He was a golfer.

I sit in the fading light
Glancing at my watch
In company with the phantoms of
"Why?"

But, for me
The real question is
“When?”