a walk on part of the wall
tiptoeing brick to brick
balancing fears the same old

day after day things
wanting new
and a different horizon

with prairies
soft meadows
green lawns

on my mind I wavered
once
caught myself

went on

my eyes leveled
on the next step
my feet took

it

now I
balance upon a stick so far up
high no words
or eyes reach

I am suddenly
me

I don't care anymore
fall, fall