I balance on a narrow bridge
To the other side.
Any other side.
I secure the shaky planks.
On the lookout,
Always on the edge.
Always.
Of a generation.
Of my family.
Of my peers.
Ever choreographing
The exotic dance of progression.
Cusp. Edge. Threshold.
Brink. Verge.
I am there.
Stretching forward, reaching back.
Fortifying myself, someone else or some thing.
Hopeful that I can keep
Harmony in the gap.