A pedestal beneath your feet
holds you 50,000 feet up.
To your left his knees bend over the bar
and he reaches his grasping fingers
with a straining smile.
To your right he grips the bar
and if you hold onto his ankles
he will flip you onto his strong shoulders
and carry you one hundred feet higher.
Caught between trapeze artists.
They somersault over you
waiting for the crowd to choose.
One you are confident will catch you
but may not yield applause.
The other is a risk.
And below there is a bucket of water,
a glass box, a dangling ribbon,
and so few nets.
You are no Flying Wallenda,
but you can dive.