they say that a goddess once lived on this mountain
that she left when the people no longer believed

I could go to the edge
look down
and see further than I ever have

one step more           and all doubt
could be erased

I think it must be that somewhere
within all this detention and fear

this shallow breathing
eyes darting twist of fate

there lives a spark
of some innate and shapeless longing
to touch           the hem of her gown