For today’s prompt, write a travel poem. Your poem can be about the process of traveling, planning to travel, vicariously traveling through television programs, or however else you’d like to take this prompt.
Up
I look up and there is someone
high up in the cables of the bridge
dancing out horizontally from the towers
In my waking life
I have a friend who does just that
So I think it might be him
and - there -
maybe his friends
More interweave in the cable webbing.
I don't tell myself I can do that
Or want to
But as I rise up I know that I have this gift
In fact, I warn myself, as I easily rise,
not to go too high
I am so high already
I grab behind me
the slope of the main cables
and bend my body to match.
I see I am being observed from below
and do a flourish out
though I resent it
- why must I perform?
Shortly, I return to the ground
walk past the bridge, turn a corner
and rise again.
People are there below me.
I want to just be left alone
to be unobserved.
To think about how I feel this feels
to consider other uses
of this, my odd and unlikely gift.
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