Hanging On
I peeked over a wall
and saw a child playing in sand
castles began to take shape
while the sun danced on a
tidal wave of clam-shelled beach.
As I held onto this image
my fingers struggled to
hold me
legs stretching
toes barely able to touch
the earth.
And I smiled as the last
imperfections were smoothed out
the sun let go of the horizon
and I dropped the few feet to earth.
© 2009 Richard L. Provencher
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