活着 (Living)
There is no sheet music -
no score to follow,
no scale by which to tune.
It's the most unstable plank of
the footbridge I did choose to walk
this time.
At any moment, it could give way
(I am not by nature a sky-jumper
or roller-coaster rider.)
The wood is wobbly, unsure.
My core existence, perched over
a very simple, easy fall,
into a shallow stream.
And yet, I am compelled to keep
edging feet forward.
I can't explain why.
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