A slip, a tricky twist

A slip, a tricky twist of the ankle,

Somehow this odd awkward angle

Halfway into a fall

Offers an interesting view

Reveals things hidden

From a default height of looking

And thus, there, between the branches

Crisscrossing to form a star

A shadowed path that

From standing upright only seemed

A dead-end.

So I approach, on elbows

And knees, dragging a throbbing left leg,

I touch the threshold

With nervous fingertips.

A soft wind meets my hand, scented with spring.

I feel a grip around my heart

Like an invisible hand or

The memory of a song,

Like a warning,

Like an invitation.