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at the barre

i live life en pointe these days,
always poised for the next wave,
alert, with nostrils open,
sniffing for the swift salt tide incoming

how i cling to that bright barre
because i know i’ll need
its safety, its sure clamping
to the wall of what is real

if i let go i will be washed away
to those deep currents
from which there is no rescue,
my spirit willing but my arms too weak

how ill-equipped am i
after decades of bought courage
i have no coin remaining with which
to buy another swimmer for to save me

and though i’ve tried repeatedly
to buff my soul and body
to withstand whatever’s coming
it has, even now, all been for naught

i am that frail reed too easily
unmoored by that furious spume
called life; i know i will not
surface going under once again

© 2013 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved

Hear me read this poem.

at the barre

RC deWinter

Fairfield, United States

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