Topsy Turvy

all behind me now a memory of blue sky a nebulous cloud haloing darkness before me mystery awaits the plunge I peer sightless into dark roots tendril to me a grasping sight, intriguing my golden curls dangle downward imbalance betrays I teeter on the abyss enraptured, sound echoing back lit baby fall seek the navels ending point heroine of day dreams, topple leave the precipice seek the joy of choice and fall now, peeked, plunge, now called, now fall What I would write based on picture 1 for my contest