Solitary Chronicles

We marched like soldiers to the canyon,
dressed for battle against the currents.
My eyes were glued to the ground,
as I walked over each rock,
When I looked up our guide threw up his hand
and we circled around while he gave us the plan.
when we broke he stepped up to the edge
and beckoned one of us over,
I went first.
The water was roaring
he pointed out and yelled:
"jump in the white water"
without hesitation I leaped.

Your right, I never think ahead.
And although I walk through the streets
with a limp,
I sleep at night with the memory
of that one fall, where the water turned into mist
before it hit the ground.