Standing.
Looking up, gazing.
Stars so beautiful.

Sign says “Danger”.
Warning of “The Edge”.
What’s over there?

To be able to look.
See what is hiding.
Know what lies beneath.

Creeping forward.
One step.
Then another.

Longing to peer over.
What if I fall?
Where would I go?

Desire for knowledge overtakes.
Stepping to the edge.
Looking over.

Slowly.
A person is looking back.
Not any person.

It’s me.