High wire.
Up above the heads
of circus-kind.
Acrobats
and flying trapeze,
life on the line.
The feeling of falling
is replaced
by the thrill of flight.
Up on the high wire,
one line left of life.
Posture straight
and eyes ahead.
All eyes on
life and death.
Balance wavers
as the mind wanders.
No mortality to ponder,
only the first step
and the next.
Night after night,
try to arrest
the fear,
long gone,
and all that is left
is life,
alive
over their heads.
DJR – 2022
