Let’s say you’re carrying a priceless bowl
overflowing with fruits and flowers,
and let’s say you’re balancing it on your head.
And let’s say you’re on a high wire.
And let’s say the wire is above the falls.
And let’s say it’s electrical.
And let’s say it’s about to come unplugged.
Let’s say you’re in the middle.
What is it that inspires you
to do these crazy things?
Regardless, Now’d be the right time to learn
how to use those enormous wings,
those wings you’ve pretended not to have—
that you hid because, who knows why?
We all fall sometime from the high wire act,
but some of us learn to fly.
Oh! I love the flow of this!! Brilliant:)
hey, thank you … it was a fun one to write, based on a painting I saw. I appreciate your feedback!
I think there’s a pun lurking in the title…:-) A three-ring poem, perhaps.
ha! oh you … you are very right. That was what I had envisioned 🙂