Freaking out

[jonadine]

I had my hands on it

just a moment ago,

sturdy as cinder blocks and

clinging like a barnacle

to that rope hung over the cliff.

 

That hard-won grip

was the product of

An ordeal of travel,

The anxious feet and

nervous fingertapping

of a hundred headaches.

 

I worked for it, and now

that gnarled grip is

frictionless

the hemp turning to an eel in my hands

its slipping, I can feel it

And that freefall awaits me.

 

What am I going to do?

[jonadine]

Not sure what fo do with this one. Any suggestions?