She knew that she was going to fall from the start but sometimes she liked to imagine tightropes were endless.
But they call it a high-wire for a reason so she kept tiptoeing along.
Eye level with the crowns of sky-scrapers, she was on top of the world, saying hello to the eagles and the airplanes.
Until she forgot the advice of the old adage –
Don’t look down.
Busy city, criss-cross streets and rail-road tracks of realities – her life down below.
There was a fine line between what could and couldn’t be and she had toed it long enough.
So she went crashing down, waving into office windows and tugging at leaves on far reaching branches, because even as she dove down to her demise she refused to let it go all the way.
For a long time she would need to remind herself from so high up, you’re the last to see the sun rise and the first to see it set.
She’d climb another rainbow ladder there someday, on point to get her head lost in clouds and moonbeams.
But it would take a long time.
From that tightrope in the sky she realized
only when you’re so close to the sun do you see how far away you are from the ground.