"Danger" Poem

I tell my story of a stormy night
when the oaks were uprooted
and the mangled bottoms
pulled out of their foundations.

You watch how it happened to me
as an onlooker curious
to see if anyone, finally,
fell over the edge.

The easy chair was comfortable;
it was safe to hear
the edge-story from there.

Something stirred in you about
the time one foot stepped
onto air -- I saw it in your
eyes -- but you quickly
retreated to solid ground.

Someone has to explore beyond
the "danger" sign;
maybe your day has not yet come.