Max Reif’s most recent poem to appear here was “What I Learned From Stamps” (September 2016)
Tightrope
By Max Reif
The past is a tiger in a cage
from which it will never be free.
The future, a shadow
of a shadow.
we walk a tightrope
over an abyss,
buffeted by winds,
no parasol,
ordinary street shoes.
How do we stay
aloft, suspended in
the instant of a thought,
balanced on
heart shoulders
as the winds
blow through
the cold canyons
of the mind?
Wow, great job, Max. Food for thought and lovely imagery. Love the last two stanzas, especially the phrase “heart shoulders.”
Beautiful anatomy.