t h e f e n c e

slowly i balance
move toward the horizon
don't look down
don't get distracted
dividing and rationalizing
smooth, sometimes splintered
wooden fence

tall, thick, cool grass
grows splendidly on my right
while stiff, dry, thorny bushes---
danger. on my left.

underline, underscore
tiptoe
dot and dash
as i balance this fence
my feelings just clash

almost tripping on confusion
contemplate falling on bliss
but...
continue this path
realize the risk

dangle my chances
deep in the grass
stuck on "what-ifs"
pricked by those thorns

scared to fall
'cuz i feel so high
her eyes seem to reach
my words make her shy

...

gigi michelle boulais. april 2009.