Exposed and vulnerable, we are,
To be so high, and out so far;
Along the canyon past recall
With thoughts of beauty, fear and fall
For every hint out on the air,
And every solace we might find,
There is a terror comes to mind
Of what cruel fate might give us there
But there, along the canyon, we
Will take it in as best we can;
And join our place in destiny
Of those aware how small
Is man
Really loved the rhythm, and the way the last line pulled the whole poem together!!!
Strange that two of us should happen across this lovely poem on the same day, two years after it was posted. Happenstance at its best!