High Wire


High wire.

Up above the heads

of circus-kind.


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,


over their heads.



DJR – 2022

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