Kerri Shying R - # 591 in my hands watch the gentle sway

watch me    walk the tightrope
take   the highwire    dressed in
pj’s    with a coffee   giggle    at
the shower of profanity  that
falls   call it fear   the pole that’s

in my hands    watch the gentle sway

feet that slide and test    longing
for the earth     the dirt the sand
the  deep  bark banks   pollinators
waiting  unexpected in trajectory
knock me over     let me fall