With a quick scurry he climbs the oak

Leaving the audience to gaze upon 

The miraculous height of his platform. 

Now quiet please, everyone. Quiet!

With a few peeks at the daunting ground below, 

He studies the neighboring pine, the electric wire strung between.

Concentration fills the atmosphere.

No safety net, no wires to catch him– 

No balance bar if he should slip.

A quick few steps and he pauses, frozen.

But not with fear.

With anticipation. 

With a hop-skip and a jump, he reaches the middle. 

His weight is almost too much, 

Bending the wire like the string of a bow 

One last leap and a shrill gasp from spectators,  

He lands safely on the other end.

With a quick bow,  

The magnificent tight rope runner disappears.

~~By Jason Young, Class of 2020

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