Poem by Dan Allen
The air is heavy
Yet not so dense as to hold me high
The sight that fills my eyes
The thought that fills my mind
Is love?
But this love draws "fear" near
High on a plank
I stare a 20 feet towards the ground
And being not sure of my balance,
I lay frozen
Watching moments elapse by
Sometimes it seems better
To lay frozen with fear
Than to shirk off fear and take a chance
After all what is balance, but poise and lack of fear.
This six inch plank is now my path, narrow without options
Such a simple innocence path, that leads to over there.
But, what wish and wanting, incites ones desire to travel there?
What lack of contentment motivates one to leave?
Life is a passageway of desires
Desires that are consumed every day
For without desire there would be no life.
And I, otherwise would be satisfied
To lay here frozen on this plank and not venture past fear.