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 run―but sidle on―frayed 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 voice―and rememberthis temporary means from here to there.
Lovely dramatic read by R.A.D. ...