Is prudence so over-rated
That an impetuous youth
Will fling himself,
Off a ledge into space
Attached to a bungee cord,
For a free-fall thrill,
With, perhaps, a mid-fall
Chest-clutch of terror
That the cord might be
A tad too long
To stop the drop
Or the end above is not attached,
To recoil back.
Impetuous is better for love…
And a likely free-fall of agony…
But survivable,
To then plunge again,
And then again.