Sunday, April 12, 2015


No beams or trusses
just a simple span of obstacles,

make-do suspension, stubborn enough to find a way,
woven one sleepless night at a time.

I take only memory, ditch the bangles.
Each step aches freedom, dreads narrow spaces.

I want to runbut sidle onfrayed ends exposed
as rope unravels, sways so violently I cry out.

Cavernous echo! I dare not look down;
fear the unknown, some great fish throat.

I hear your voiceand remember
this temporary means from here to there.

tk/April 2015

Lovely dramatic read by R.A.D. ...