Typed Word Series

Tightrope

You never quite expect it

Words that fly as quickly as the time

Seconds are smiles,

Minutes touches,

And the hours promises

As natural as the rotation itself

But becomes an iceberg

In a boat's headlong path

In the unforgiving glare of light

Diverting thoughts and plans

For the hint of shiny.

Excited words give way

To heavy, wanton silence

As we sway

On the tightrope high above

Caution gives a heart pause

Bob playing on gives calm

And your hand courage

In the midst of potential loss

The expectation of failure

This rope swings in the wind

Mocking for the try of balance

Muscles and movement frozen

The mistake is fear

Where success is trust

Taken. Given.

Foolishness of hope becomes confidence

Let my foot find its place

Let my eyes open

Let me move forward

To find the reason

That goes beyond hollow words

And prove with action:

I am facing you,

Whatever may come.

5/24/11