an off-the-cuff little poem today. because i don't want to work, because i like pirates, because i was thinking of maxine kumin….
Walking the Plank
Sometimes I want
To go back
To the bliss of ignorance
The pier of belief
But I am stuck
On this narrow plank
Splinters and all.
I walk a fine line
Bare toes gripping
Rough wood
Arms out for balance
Unwilling to go back
Afraid to fall.
I know
What love is -
The waves below me
Crashing into the ship,
The gentle roll
Of the far-off sea -
And faith - how it shapes
And shades
Every moment
With gratefulness
And fear.
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