I rarely do but that day,
when I had a second to breathe
I looked up at the sky
A squirrel scurried across the wire
Against the blue, on top of the black, a tiny blob of moving gray
I admired his hurry
Do you have a place to be,
Do you have someone waiting?
I envied his ease
Hundreds of yards, mid-air
No pause, nor fear.
At least not for the world to see.
Do you know it’s not the worst thing
Or are you not curious
when you slip and hit the ground
if there will be an awakening.
I should know.
I used to walk on broken glass
I used to skid on thin ice
I wonder, how I lost my stripes.
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