146. The Falls of Night
The Falls of Night
At last we were at a waterfall
somewhere in the middle
of the grassy glen surrounded
by a copse of evergreen trees.
The dark rush of the waterfall
fell into a lake so black
that it looked like the night sky,
and the ripples from the cascade
resembled soft clouds.
Flecks of silver shone up,
the scales of the fish looked
so much like the stars.
I turned to Hermes.
‘Where is the doorway?’
He pointed to the top
of the waterfall.
I stared up but only saw
the azure sky.
‘I don’t see it.’
He shook his head.
‘You must go to the edge
and then jump.’
My eyes widened
and I looked at him.
‘I must… jump?’
He nodded gravely.
‘The Falls of Night
are a game of trust.’