Imitation of Emily Dickinson


Lemming perched on towering Cliff
I stood as he released his cry-
Leaping from his rocky Roost
I knew that he could fly

His Fellows followed--Fearing not
Into the Air above my head
No Wing did motion 'fore the Sun-
They knew Breath would soon be Dead

In disbelief I watched them all
Fall to a Lake of perilous Blue-
I craved belonging--No Logic held
Hence I gladly joined in too