Precipice

Being on a precipice is both thrilling and frightening.

Plants don’t seem to mind. They cover cliffs with color.

Some lay low; others stand tall, peeking at what’s below.

Iris form little colonies where they can whisper amongst themselves.

Poppies like to mix it up with grasses, mallows and other flora.

For many years I prominently displayed a small collage I created to express my current stage of life. It depicted a bird poised on a cliff—constantly peering over the edge, but never taking wing.

I’ve finally soared and landed—only to find myself living on a precipice. Perhaps the thrill is worth the fright.

All photos © Sondra Sula.