it was a narrow wooden plank, between the small boat and the shore's platform. my friends keep on egging me that it is safe to cross over. but fear is stalking my spine, cold rivulets of sweat on summer day. my mind sees a long bridge with no tightropes to hold on to. i fear falling over to the water as my balance is off, and i am not a good swimmer. i fear falling ignominiously before the crowd. i breathe deeply and request for help, to steady my jelly knees. the boatman moors the boat closer to the edge of the steady platform. i take another deep breath and make the last few steps to safety.
spring wind lashes
with rage, tiny pink buds tiptoe-
ballerinas on the beam-
"We are afraid of the enormity of the possible". Emile M. Cioran
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