Oh, Not To Be Shy
One narrow way blows
past corners relentlessly,
squeaking and timid in
red blushes on round cheeks.
Here on this
wide sky-framed bluff
risk comes not from others.
How real is hurt when
rocks have served as floor
with fissures underfoot or
minuscule ledge toehold?
Perhaps tomorrow one
can hear “no”
and speak “yes”
and live.
Mary Joan Meagher