Featured Poem: Teetering

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.

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