a crack of a second
Above the fairground’s festive lively crowd
a fancy acrobat tiptoed on his rope, high up.
A crack of a second, the final, he self-doubted,
as he caught sight of the thrilled, beneath.
Not far, a cellist deferred stirring a new phrase,
his bow tripped between F sharp and E,
but he soon resumed grave Elgar’s legato,
the while the acrobat wide-eyeing the sky
was yet alive and thus to sky escorted.
Over the scene, a passing bird lost a feather,
which now slid air current of the falling dusk.
"Kol ha’olam kulo gesher tzar meod, ve’ha’yikar, lo lefahed klal.»
- The world is but a very narrow bridge, and the most important is never to fear."