High Wire
To step out into
the void
The wire shivering
as it takes the strain
Of my weight upon
it
Is to walk into an
unknown
An empty darkness
The first few
paces of the downward stretch
Towards the
disappearing centre
High above the
watchers
Who hold their
breath
Their eyes pinned
upon my every tremble
Until I establish
balance
An equilibrium of
mind and body
The deadly drop
beneath
My out-stretched
arms
Fingers tautly
pointing
With limbered legs
And the distance
to the Earth
Are of no immediate
concern
Nor any aid to
concentration
The only point of
focus
Being one foot in
front of another
Eyes upon the
destination
Crowds and lights both
disappear
Into a faded
emptiness
Below my fragile
body
As it seems to
float along the rope
Blood pumping in
my ears
The silence of air
The clarity of
perfect quiet
Alone above the
world
Determined not to
tumble
Into the arms of
death below
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2014
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