Funambulist

Whatever we do, we humans, we are all walking on ropes.

High ropes, pulled tight between left and right, wrong and right, ethics and human rights,

suspended on a knife edge on the edge of reason.

Complicated

knotted ropes,

struggling to find

beginnings

and ends.

Ropes

to

swing

from,

hang

from,

bind

ourselves

and

beat

ourselves.

Half way between Time and Eternity, we step out boldly,

Picking a path on personalised strands of this tangled web.