Another a five finger exercise. 

I used to do a lot of rock climbing in my teenage years, mainly around the south and north headlands of Avalon Beach, although I have done several in the area. Most of it would be more correctly be called rock scrambling, as it was relatively rare that I actually did much true climbing, and never to the top of the cliff as described here. Climbing to a ledge was done to get around otherwise impassable barriers or to avoid getting anywhere near the surf - getting washed off the rocks is like playing Russian roulette with most of the chambers loaded.

But the feel of the aloneness of where I was, a slight challenge in a mildly dangerous situation settled my mind somewhat. A practical challenge that could end up in injury is one way to take your mind off dark thoughts. It was solitary too - in the end I'm not sure how good that was for me, but I'm still here. And there is no doubt that looking out at the ocean that covers almost half of the earth, changing from dark grey to lucent greens and blues depending on the light, with a cliff face towering a feet or more above you, puts your problems in some sort of perspective.

3 Verses, each of 6 lines, rhyming A-B-A-C-B-C. Often I will find that rhymes come naturally from the subject - ledge/edge and fly/sky were probably fairly obvious, and none of the rest were hard. But I will let the initial lines set a pattern, and if I have set length verses try and make them conform, or else see if they fall into a different pattern and then try to wrestle the original verse to match. If not, it usually doesn't worry me, particularly if I haven't set out to write a particular form. The rhymes are a bonus, and I will happily scatter them irregularly, or even mid verse.