NO TURNING BACK

It wasn’t straightforward.
Climbing on to the red
cruciform was all right.

Being surrounded
by a red circle
was a bit claustrophobic.

Over my shoulder
a black sea.
Couldn’t decide

if it was comfort
or drowning. Didn’t know
if it was now or next.

Shutting my eyes
for a blind leap
I let go.

Crossed over
to the circle, the in
or out of it all,

turning
to the hint of moon,
to the tunnel of night.

Turning
to the offer
of a lift home.