Balancing Act by Sarah Hill

Isn’t it all just a balancing act?

A tightrope walker

Gripping a dog’s leash with her toes

The slightest breeze capable of

displacing her

Suddenly the dog park is slipping out from under her

She is swept up in laughter. In tears.

In the feeling of anticipation at the pit of her stomach

that never really goes away.

She can’t balance when she’s floating

But this world is full of inner tubes. Pool noodles.

Life preserves more commonly known as moments

Fragments of time with pockets filled with emotion

Sometimes we are so busy proving we can balance

We forget we know how to float