An unsettlement of still waters

In quiet thoughts and unborn moments

The darkness within upstaged by ripples of

Wonder when we alight upon a tight-rope

Come to us from out of the blue

So we tense against the fear

With gravity a looming presence in the cave

Of a mind adamant it will survive

Yet a shiver of wind. A sneeze. An unkempt thought

Would be enough to make the air reverberate

With screams

Unsettled feet. Toes entwined around the rope in prayer

Fall into space. Into the blank precursor

Of an endless stillness where colour bleeds

Sounds no longer bounce against the walls

And hope shatters with the uncertainty of it all

Because we can see, between the poles, ambition

On the edge