A Fine Line

A FINE LINE

it's a damn fine day for poetry -
don't you think?
i'll apologize for those
that are consumed by
their daily lives,
because after all
i just left the circus job.
i'm here to walk a different tight-rope,
where the eyes are focused
on the task at hand.
it's scary at times not knowing
how i'll get from point A to B.
but when i get in front of you -
as if to lift your heads
to see me perform my stunt,
it tells me - even though
i can look down - it's not so bad.
though you know what I do -
maybe by saying it,
you'll understand that this metaphor
is all about falling into your lap
like a safety net
when i tell you the line is cut,
and the words slide down
until your eyes realize
this one was written for you.
after all, i'm here at the bookstore
for poetry scene,
and this poem isn't being read from paper.
this time it is done from my laptop -
need a prop for everything these days