Limbo

Under a gray sky
I stood under a horizontal halfway pole,
height of my waist,
slung between two trees.
I was back leaning
at the moment
and I felt gravity's pull
and my push.
There was no music;
No lyrics of inspiration,
no rhythm to march to.
Just pull, push,
and a halfway black and white sky.
I couldn't tell which way I was going,
but the other side was right there,
home was just behind,
and I was stuck between crawling
and flying.

I couldn't move.
There was no where to go.
No way to decide.
I only know I'm not meeting the bar.
I only know I'm here,
but I don't really know where that is.
I can't see the tread
when I'm bent over backwards.
No breeze to be at my back.
Maybe I should have practiced more.
Learned something from those parties,
those friends,
parents maybe.
It's hard to win when I never learned
how to limbo.





Thanks to Tara for this Saturday's inspiration, "Limbo."