Without a Safety Net
Morning wakefulness
untangles day from night
and orients a starting place
for poet acrobats
to think…of necessity…
about a high wire
of images and timing…
to step poetry to print
across a line of thoughts
without a safety net.
Bonnie Marshall
Proem... 
Yes. The risk and thrill and pain.
There’s that, yet the truth?…writing is fun.
Mmmmm. I wish I had it in me to be a poet acrobat, navigating that highwire, drunk on fear and exhilaration.
Some day my timing will be really off, but until then I’ll keep climbing up there. Glad you’re still in the audience.
I saw your wonderful Roberto Weigand illustration and saw it as a fisherman spearing stars down below. Clearly it is and acrobat poet.
“spearing stars”… is a lovely image.
Sometimes you lean towards the poetry; sometimes towards the truth: this one does, both; how careless we can be (I’m thinking of me); thank you.
Well…”not intending” is just part of writing. Has to be there.