by Mel Waldman

Hidden in a corner of the roof
I sit in a lotus position
and contemplate the meaning
of my existence. Emptied of all

thoughts and feelings, I vanish.
Then suddenly, an intruder awakens me.
My body shakes in the frozen air.
Yet the stranger

is dancing naked in a small circle
at the center of the roof, beneath
a sprawling sun. Now, she beckons me
and I join her. Together, we

dance and sing to the turquoise heavens
above as we approach the ledge.
“Hallelujah!” I shout as I leap over
the edge into the long, endless Void,

clutching the beautiful and imaginary
hands of a phantom lady
and seeking redemption, perhaps,
or simply death.