The Wire

Isn't it hard?
when we have so much perspective and so little credibility
Like trapeze artists
with slim wrists and cold sure naked feet
we make a chilly journey across the wire
that will
cut deep into our arches if we stand still.
Truth,
but we would probably fall off the indifferent wire
before it gets a chance to slice.
This stillness means thinking,
stopping, unstable, volatile, and unsure.
And so we continue
forward and unthinking
a lavender pilgrimage
not daring to look up
and praying pardon from down.