one day my feet will just let go
of the ground,
and I will fall into the sky
I will walk without waver
hand over hand over hand
on the power lines,
an act on the electric high wire
that this circus won't see
because its patrons fail to look up
and since nothing is grave
without gravity
I will sing to the birds
a melody they have never heard,
a legacy tended by mockingbirds
in the lullabies
they offer their young
and as I tumble on through the sky,
I will gaze on this bright planet
over a scene reduced to green-blue
and the seamless blend
of wonder and disaster
and I will face the black
open arms filling with stars,
then I will put on my coat
as my mama told me
so I'll not catch cold in space
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 8:34 AM UTC
one day my feet will just let go
of the ground,
and I will fall into the sky
I will walk without waver
hand over hand over hand
on the power lines,
an act on the electric high wire
that this circus won't see
because its patrons fail to look up
and since nothing is grave
without gravity
I will sing to the birds
a melody they have never heard,
a legacy tended by mockingbirds
in the lullabies
they offer their young
and as I tumble on through the sky,
I will gaze on this bright planet
over a scene reduced to green-blue
and the seamless blend
of wonder and disaster
and I will face the black
open arms filling with stars,
then I will put on my coat
as my mama told me
so I'll not catch cold in space
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