In the beginning your heart thundered, (just remember to breathe) so many questions, so few answers. A tight rope walker high above the sawdust, don’t look down, find the beat, pivot with parasol held high. Close your eyes, say a prayer for the world of leaps and rough landings, Step out, breathe, grip the wire. Reach out, breathe, feel the beat, eyes tightly closed, bowing with parasol held high. Time rushes past marked by leaps and landings— marriage, children, middle age, old. Yet netless, you dance, movements marked out by breaths. Pirouette with swift movements, dare to leap, even fly-- laugh with parasol held high.
Picture by Wiros from Barcelona, Spain - https://www.flickr.com/photos/91515119@N00/1795141144, CC BY-SA 2.0,