248: Curious Acrobat

The difference between loving the craft and loving the muse

is a fine spider-spun line of cobweb

between gnarly birches in a shielded crevice

of a rugged mountain. Moss and marsh cotton

reach towards it, but the line remains

unbroken.

I balance the line, a curious acrobat on a wire,

closer to the ceiling than the audience. A misstep,

and the ground threatens cold and consuming,

unforgiving.

How do I pick my way between boundaries

so blurred they bleed out and vanish before me?

I run my fingers through your hair, kiss your temple.

I can't narrow you down

to words and lines on a sheet of paper,

but there are little gleams of gold

that tangle irrevocably

in my spider-spun line.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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