Too Far, Too Fast

June 23

TOO FAR, TOO FAST

Balloons filled with hydrogen race the atmosphere and fly away.  The effect is stunning, so much lift for just pennies.  The easy way has no line, no waiting; fast dirty service is available.  Risk assessment is counter-balanced with dramatic outcome, low initial cost and instant gratification.  How can I not want to rise above the crowd?  How can I not want it now?  Hydrogen is quick and plentiful, volatile yes, but why should this bother me?  I have a Higher Power to protect me.  It’s not as if I were playing with fire.  I am only tempting it.

Tell the tale of your life from the perspective of your thumb

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For Want of Frith

I feel like I am standing on a trap door,

every flex in my footing triggers insecurity.

With my arms spread wide,

I think the wiser move might be

to hold them to my sides.

For if the little square did give way

my arms might be sheered off

with no time served for the tears I’ve cried

or the blood now shed sprinkled on the earth.

Step from this I tell myself

and do not make delay

for all the ground is not a trap

nor all the world a stage.

But is it not the trade in pain

that sticks me to this spot

and keeps me here for all my life

just waiting for the drop.