Fear of Heights

I imagine myself standing on the head of a pin,
the antenna of the Empire State Building.
My heart races, the palms of my hands sweat.

If it breezes just a little,
my dress will sail, so will I.
"Oh God, send me a blimp."

I fear, God does not dispatch blimps in these New Testament times.
If one really believes in God, one should not fear any thing,
but I do.

If I really believed in God,
would I do the naughty things I do?
I'll move on .

Maybe, it's heaven that scares me, maybe it's  deportation,
It's tough living illegal in Gringolandia
where your Spanish accent flags you everywhere you go.

Back in Peru, under the comforting jungle canopy,
Rosario Rincon had no fear of heights.
I did have apprehension concerning an Amazonian creature,

called the bachaco bird ---chicken shit
compared to the complexities
of living in The Bronx.