The Leap
By
Paul Bass

I once say a boy jump off a rock into the sky.
Up there was a branch that he caught and pulled
himself up.
I never thought this young man could reach this
branch in the sky.
I too, desired to reach the sky, but I had no
branch on which to land.
In fact, I could see nothing to grab.
But I knew if I jumped high enough, I’d catch something.
I reached both hands to the wide open sky,
Cocked my knees,
and shot off like a cannon round.
I rose and rose, yet saw nothing.
My momentum slowed and I stopped.
Just at the downward point, I felt a tight grasp
on each of my wrists.
Two large hands locked onto me and took me up.
I reached the sky.
There were alot of people hanging on branches up there.
I went further.
I passed the branches of the upwardly dangling.
I just so happened to pass the sky.
I passed space and was set down in a place called,
“There”.
I had looked,
but I leaped anyway.