Cliff Diver

Cliff Diver

Fancy meeting you at the world’s pier of fear for fate has but three offers to proffer.  You can count on the dance of chance giving you a melancholy melody, a spirited adieu that is past due or the shake and bake of an earth quake that will rock your soul to the rhythm of the beat every day of the week

Do you dare stare with tearful eyes of certain demise?  You challenged sixteen men on a dead man’s chest to drunkenly inhale death’s last breath!  Now it is time to set down the bottle of wine which provided you with the elixir of courage and to dive into the sea of infinity.  The next time you exhale it may be in the petulant pits of hell where the demons yell and tell how you fell as each and every thirty feet per second beckoned

It could be sixteen feet or seventy two inches.  An autopsy of your body will reveal the physics of the spill and your lack of skill at diving from the lips of jagged cliffs that cradle the ebb and flow of long lost souls.  Did you not kiss your sweetheart good bye, thinking that you would never die?  Your over confidence is transparent arrogance that merits that you now grin and bear it as the gnashing of the teeth chatter for your bones to shatter.  The shallows don’t mind because you are callow, and once the press writes about your death the event will be but gossip and chatter that never did matter

Is the tide high or do your eyes truthfully lie?  Is the sun too bright or do you need more daylight?  Is the wind a warm friend or a cold enemy whose breezes taunt and tease us to fly high when we have no wings and no voice with which to soar and sing?  If your final testimony is to be one of acrimony then let us dispense with a noble ceremony and let all cowards part the earth with each dower hour as the grim reaper plays the role of time keeper

The proffered offers are once was, could be and right at the moment.  You should rejoice because you have been tendered a choice.  You chose to dance with chance, so as the melancholy melody plays, it is your destiny to participate in the ballet whose stage is an abyss that is ocean sprayed with a salty mist and a moist kiss.  A cat has only nine lives.  A cliff diver needs more than ten.  As with each successful splash, you break the promise of that one being your very last

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

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