Tightrope Walker
A toe balanced on a wire as thin as reality, a fine veneer
set over something we can’t bear to imagine
The universe swirls
around, unknowing and uncaring, infinite
and
Full of stars
coming into being and blazing victorious light
Dark patches cold, empty
creating their own matter out of the absence of all else
the span of it trailing from one unknowable edge to the next
Within, galaxies, spears of light within dark
Planets, huge and ponderous, hurtling around stars
full of beings lasting only a second and
blurring from one moment to the next
The mirror expanse of the seas and the earthy colors of the forest
steel and concrete, wind in hair and breath in lungs
the shocking taste of copper and exhaust fumes
Life inhaling shakily
the entire cosmos trembles, lurches on the wire
steps forward, one foot delicately in front of the other
keeps going, a tremendous effort, a modern Hercules
The way is precarious
but the stars have existed for so long
that they cannot help but stabilize
Perhaps there is a shard that
cannot imagine
doing anything but reaching into a spine and holding tight
keeping balanced on the wire
steps down at the end
and steadies.