Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed.
Give me a tight-rope.
~Edith Wharton
~Edith Wharton
i am a circus performer
today,
yesterday,
tomorrow...
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,
i climb up to
my tight-rope
each morning
and carefully balance everything
as i walk
towards who i truly am.
today,
yesterday,
tomorrow...
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,
i climb up to
my tight-rope
each morning
and carefully balance everything
as i walk
towards who i truly am.
4 comments:
great sketch and perfect wording....how very true
wow.
Cathy
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.
thanks for the comments!
Yes, Carina those are my ramblings...LOL about the lion tamer—you know I would do the exactly same thing!
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