Sunday, April 5, 2015

Mimi-Mona Poetry: Sleepwalking on A Tightrope

Mimi Wolske
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©Sleepwalking on A Tightrope

Never wondering
Whether we'll survive
The forty-ninth parallel.
We are of good heart—
Without the stress,
Without the worry,
Without the pain—
Rooted to terra firma
With no wire
To balance love
Beneath our steady feet.
It is only in dreams
That someone greases
The tautly strung rope
And wishes us to slip,
Perhaps fall to our fates.
Our destinies endure
Together. Our love is not
A circus act and
We are not
Sleepwalking on a tightrope.

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