i'll Walk The Tightrope That's Been Stretched For Me,
And Though A Wrinkled Forehead, Perplexed Why,
Will Accompany Me, I'll Delicately
Step Along. For If I Stop To Sigh
At The Earth-Propped Stride
Of Others, I will Fall. I must Balance High
WithOut a Parasol to Tide
A Faltering Step, Without a Net Below,
WithOut a Balance Stick To Guide


poem by Margaret Danner