Newkie on the ledge.
(she has never fallen off this ledge, a mere forty feet above a precipice)
She is
smaller than my smallest pillow
and can become as tiny as a tennis ball inside a shoe when she doesn't want to be found.
But against a setting sun
she offers her best volume
fierce and ready
for the interloper.
I can't help wonder
how each of us
challenges the other
to become bigger
or smaller.
