Big Top
Working under the big top is nothing easy
Im a midget tightrope walker
Shorstack legs and unevenly distributed weight makes this 40 ft feat even more dangerous
Pole in hand i scan the audience and net
This pedestal is more of a plank
Victim to my own weight
I never know how this act may go
The only thing im sure of is the awe plastered on the people's faces and the net that may save my life
I smell the popcorn and cotton candy
I hear the roar of the animals
All reminders of the home i no longer know
the ground is a foreign land
Its people shocked by this alien ritual
All eyes on me as i approach this balance beam
I take a confident step, I got this
This is nothing unroutine
Ive done it a million times before
My foot shakes against the one inch platform i stan on.
My body tightens and convulses the nerves are taking over
Every step another twitch, another second where time stands still.
Im half way there, I feel the stares
Gazes vault locked on me
I am god in this moment
Or at least the only god they know