Toes untouch the overpass soon he’s water-bound. Eyes locked shut but peek to see the view from halfway down.

A little wind, a summer sun a river rich and regal. A flood of fond endorphins brings a calm that knows no equal.

You’re flying now, you see things much more clear than from the ground. It’s all okay, or it would be were you not now halfway down.

Thrash to break from gravity what now could slow the drop? All I’d give for toes to touch the safety back at top.

But this is it, the deed is done silence drowns the sound. Before I leaped I should’ve seen the view from halfway down.

I really should’ve thought about the view from halfway down. I wish I could’ve known about the view from halfway down—

– “The view from halfway down” by Alison Tafel (excerpted)