near sighted

I thought the best way to determine the safety of this structure was to get as close as possible and examine every fiber. The cell structure is perfect and mesmerizing. I'm following one line to the next, tracing it with my eyes and fingers- admiring the interconnectness. Seeing myself in it. The shape, the form fits right in my hands. It looks strong. It feels sturdy. It seems like I'm right where I belong.

I took a step back to get perspective. Can this structure hold my weight? Once I did, I realized it was moving. Moving away from me. Bucking. I've missed the pitfalls, the razors on the edges. I'm holding my breath because when I don't it sucks it away from me with the whoosh it makes as it's out the door.