Tragedy

She's been pushed over
the metaphorical edge.
Plummeting too fast.

If you saw her fall
while flying overhead, would
you dive to catch her?

Or let her fall while
climbing ever higher as
she shatters to bits.

From ten thousand feet
a tragedy unfolding
can look alluring.

Like oil on water
blooming blue, orange, and red
in the mid-day sun.

Photo: (c) Cindy Bailie