The buzzing of a bee trying
to make it through yet another
winter turns into background music.
A tight rope attains the right tension,
extends between time and rain,
time and sunlight,
time and time- invitation we explore
with the same childhood fascination
with which we studied raindrops
sliding down windowpanes.
The angle at which we stand to face
daylight changes through out the seasons,
transforms colors and textures of every
leaf we have patiently gathered.
Dizziness transforms us into marionettes-
wood and strings. We learn vulnerability
from the wind, the rain, the thunderstorms.
Emptiness the one truth we hesitate to embrace.
One step. Only by walking the tight rope
will we conquer the vertigo. Only facing
the altitude will we learn to live as if at any
moment we could loose the balance
we thought we had mastered.
From there on is sunlight, darkness
and the insatiable desire to predict
the outcome of one life.