By Sally Wahl Constain
Jacksonville Branch
Sometimes, I think
life is like a tightrope,
with all of us as walkers.
We begin at the starting pole,
full of wonder, strong
and steady, ready
to strut and sway our way
across the sturdy cord.
The audience roars approval.
We catch ourselves, midway,
hands out for balance,
each knee bent a bit.
Getting closer to the end,
the crowd’s cheers dim.
We pause, wondering whether
the tethered net still waits
below, while we teeter,
trembling, reaching
for the final goal,
the not too distant last
pole.
What a wonderful metaphor for life’s balancing act. We hope the tethered net waits below.
Thanks, Claire, I appreciate your comment and helping me share my poetry.
I felt the tension. Excellent
Another fine poem. Congrstulations.
Thank you, Pat, for your response and encouragement.
best wishes,
Sally