Beam-Walking

When I was little, I asked my brother what was in the attic. “Nothing,” he said, and added that you had to keep your feet on the beams or you’d fall through the ceiling.

The only beams I knew of were sunbeams, which filtered through the air vents on each side of the house. I wondered how they enabled you to walk without falling through, and I worried about what would happen if the sun went behind a cloud while you were standing on them.

don’t look down!
this high-wire act
called life

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Published in Miriam’s Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com/2017/01/25/beam-walking-by-bill-waters/), 1/25/17.

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