Thursday, April 16, 2009

Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed.
Give me a tight-rope.
~Edith Wharton
i am a circus performer

i live with the strongman
and three occasionally demanding midgets.

i juggle.

i walk on stilts above laundry baskets and unsorted toys.

i bounce on trampolines.

some days i am the fat lady.

some days i am the clown.

i always thought i would one day run away to join the circus
but somewhere along the line, the circus joined me.

so now,
climb up to
my tight-rope
each morning
and carefully balance everything
as i walk
towards who i truly am.


lee said...

great sketch and perfect very true

Tad Barney said...


Carina said...

Is that your own poem? Or did you borrow from elsewhere?
Circus metaphors so capture our lives at times. I always think that it's a lucky thing I don't work at the circus. If I did, upon arriving at work one day, they would tell me "Hey, the lion tamer called in sick today. Can you fill in?"
And foolish me, I would think how hard can it be, and agree.

Caricature Girl said...

thanks for the comments!

Yes, Carina those are my ramblings...LOL about the lion tamer—you know I would do the exactly same thing!