Up Above

Standing between the two towers
Looking down
A sea churning, teeming with life.

Their voices no longer reach you.
Just the murmur of waves cresting and falling.
Owwws and Ahhs

Dragons breathe.
Fire breathers.

They mill below.

In masks
Feathers
Jewels
Decked out and extravagant 
Evening gowns and
Tuxedos.

A party beneath an impossible canvas tent.

The ringmaster announces the arrival of the tigers.
Let out of their chute
They pace the cage back and forth
No matter how tame.
They are always looking for release.

Above you are alone.
Only air.
And the smallest thread.

You let your mask fall
A hundred feet
To the ground below.

There is no net to catch you if you fall.

You take a deep and shakey breathe.
Step out on the wire suspended between two towers.
Between success and failure.
Between what was and what will be
(It’s seems so far away)
Between life and death.
(The distance we travel here)

Tenative
At first
And then a pirouette .

You begin to fly.

I had submitted this elsewhere, and well, the whole thing fell through. I thought it was an okay poem, so it was a little disappointing.

So it goes.

But you guys, the blog will get it first.

I’ll get around to posting it on stack sometime but not right now.