declivitous precariously gathering scattered firewood on cliffside hill precipitous foothold fearfully dutifully gathering. slip! sliding down no tree to catch me flat road will, I'm sure. . . momentum gathering precariously gathering gravity grasping pushing pulling over the edge heels over head down down hit the ground bones ache I awake.
~~Erin Metcalf~~ © 1999 About This Poem	This was actually a crazy dream I had. I really felt pain when I hit the ground. They say you can die if you die in a dream... I was just in pain for a few seconds, until I realized I was awake and hadn't actually fallen. Bizarre.