A Man Pauses Halfway Across a Glass Bridge

A man pauses halfway across a glass bridge,

    All at once sturdy and unsteady and still, he turns to go back,

          restless, reckless

peering at the invisible mountains beneath him.

If you aren’t going all the way, why go at all?

A voice from the chasm haunts him,

A whisper from underneath the world,

     Taunting him to turn around.

Don’t look back, you’re not going that way.

He turns again.

     Perhaps all the turning distracts him from his purpose—

          Like a charred lemon juiced over chocolate,

               all at once salty and sweet and tasteless and tart,

     Perhaps his life is meant to be an unmade Decision.