Sunday, October 12, 2008

Tightrope (Leon Russell)


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SONG: Tightrope by Leon Russell

BOOK: To Reach the Clouds: My High Wire Walk Between the Twin Towers by Philippe Petit

POEM: Aerialist by Victoria Hallerman

Her life is the wire—she can never come down.
Sometimes she stops and sits on it to eat,
even sleeps there, her whole body stretched
as the wire is stretched. In sleep
she keeps her balance,
feet curled like a monkey’s
the habit of grasping:

she has never fallen.
She never will, not entirely.
Once in a while a slip
causes her to hang for a moment by her hands.
It isn’t the danger of falling that slices through her dreams
but the wire itself, drawing
a line through her body,
leaving a mark on the soles of her feet,

her buttocks, her back.
If she were to cut the wire (she dreams of this)
the sky would break like a mirror into the sea
and nothing would be whole again.
Virgin of the Apocalypse standing on a crescent moon,
she is keeping
Heaven and Earth apart.

QUOTE: "Situated in some nebulous distance I do what I do so that the universal balance of which I am a part may remain a balance." ~ Antonio Porchia

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