Itch

You push off with intention

To surf down a cliff

And if a river bed gathers

Pray "don't catch the drift"

Or maybe the rapids you'll miss

Head bump a ledge

Collide with the cause

Which, it's silly,

From the fall you forgot

Floored it's impulsive

Regret, no reaction

When you're flailing

You're a bird

Achieved art of flight

When the granite is dented,

Escape is prevented

You know now you won't

You just wanted to die!