We go our ways, don’t we? Cut the chord, turn out
the light, change direction, lock the door. Sometimes the heart
skips a beat and before you know it your feet are clinging
to a tightrope and your hands are grabbing air. I saw you
down below, laughing. Your eyes sparkled as they always did, merry
meet and never part because you just are. There. No need
for shouts or whistles, your encouragement carried on a laugh
a hand to hide the smile that couldn’t be shuttled away.
I’ll thank you now because I’m a dolt who didn’t possess
enough sense to thank you before. You funny little court jester
not afraid to speak your truth or twinkle at twilight.
When I was up on that wire you were my horizon and I would fly
to the edge of any cloud to greet you again.
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019