Unicycle

On a hair of my own gravity
I pinnacle, skating the rim
of a hoop of motion.

Casting a white prayer,
a priest of poise.
I'm a swan of space,
in my head - look!
no hands, I can even juggle eggs
as I stunt my way over the road.
They all thought I was hopeless at school,
well this will show them.

We're all on the edge of a collapse:
stars, stage actors.

I surf the ice of my weight,
carving a spiral of perfect maths
like a beam of doomed light.

I've fallen enough
to appreciate flight.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.