Fear is there, waiting within the wire,
he feels it through the sole of his foot,
resists its churning as it rolls beneath him
bends his knees, weighs himself down, then
steps out and moves towards her, arms wide
as wings while she dances the rope to meet him
her white dress feathering around her.
They share a rhythm feel the wire
thrum beneath them till they meet
high above the priest, and make their vows.
Second by second they hold a silence
strung tight between their smiles.
Music drifts up like smoke. Does she now
turn and lead, or does she follow him?
Everyone waits. They each step back, desire
and fear, compass points steadying each step.
High Wire Wedding by Jenna Plewes | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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