Wallenda’s walk

he planned this careful picking his way
across a stretch of rope months ago
his line spanning a singing roar of water
sheeting in shining tons and tones
over the escarpment

dimming gasps and cheers
of the witnesses, equally insignificant
on such a grand scale,
but their feet on pavement
not rope over air

his walk through rising mist
breathes the strength of a lake falling
reduces the movement
of the moment
into skeletal elements:

water, stone,
air
rope, one man

his performance a prayer
more moved than spoken,
but public and cried out
in one thin, teetering voice,
swallowed and carried up
by those clouds of mist

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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20 Responses to Wallenda’s walk

  1. Kyle says:

    love how you get topical with your posts susan

  2. doncarroll says:

    very nice susan. even though it’s a piece involving your surrounding landscape i can look at it metaphorically as to one gaining strength and courage. just a take.

    • Like that take, a lot, Don–thanks! This has been all over the news for months, and he finally did it 🙂

      • doncarroll says:

        i don’t know anything about this news for months that you are even talking about. i’m just not following it as hard as i used to. glad you like my take:)

        • LOL, might not make the news in your viewing area, following or not–just the Buffalo/Nia Falls one, where we have heard it until we are all like–yeah, yeah, we know–another fool wants to pull a stunt over the falls 🙂

          This one spoke to me, however 🙂

  3. there is the stunt…brave, beautiful and breath taking… and then, there is the metonym…and I am drawn more to the metonym on reading this. walking tight ropes – balance, skill, poise, co-ordination self confidence, faith..and yes, faith! Thanks, Susan! Beautiful poem!

  4. nelle says:

    I’d be nervous as all get out watching such a feat. I watched a clip of someone cross the WTC buildings, and I had to hold onto my chair, even thirty years later. 🙂

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