SONNET AT THE SUMMIT
Bound as in a spider's last embrace
like a fly bereft of wings in air
shackled o'er a quarry's jagged face
my body slung for pleasure as in a dare.
On a wire suspended and marooned
imagination stretching just for sport
fearful of the gap I lie festooned
as if to walk the plank and count for nought.
Then like an eagle taking to the sky
plunge in mortal dread deprived of breath
the cracked and broken rocks I do defy
as if in casual disregard for death.
A Welshman smiles as I go round again
like a pirate on the Spanish main. .