at a hill gate

[fledgist]

right there on edge on mountain lip see cloud

swift move through sky through steady clearest blue

with every second become something new

voices within declare you have been cowed

not knowing yet the force that is allowed

nor proper motion ready for its cue

on neither side is the eternal view

but every sound right here is sharp and loud

so you were eager then to find a space

just for yourself and had so much to prove

and so much time or so it was you thought

being a fool now there is little grace

for you to get into the rightful groove

and the robed judge has come into the court