HANGING ON poem

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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