A poem inspired by a walk. I took some liberties here and wrote about being at my job, where I spend a good portion of my day walking on cables at 12′-26′ in the air. It’s super cool, and I tried doing that with the poem, but not so sure it sounds super cool. But the course is! Go do one if you never have!
I don’t walk on the ground
But rather the air.
The blue sky above me
The ground way below my feet
A wire lies beneath my feet
A cable the only thing supporting me
I balance as best as I can
Sometimes slipping off
There is nothing quite like it
The feeling of flying or being suspended
Being on the ground seems restrictive in comparison
But what goes up must come down