making it across

sometimes the ice
is thin.
but still I go out.
I listen for
the subtle cracks
that will break and take
me in.
I know
it's deep if I go
through.
that I may die, that
I may freeze in
this thick cold water,
but I go out.
I want sometimes what
I can't have,
or won't be given,
but I go out
just the same.
I gently step onto
the ice,
the blue frozen pond
holding the sky
and I hope this time
i'll make it across.