༺ Finger Writing ༻

I was about to tell him the tale
of that time doing a show
someone jumped too soon
and I took off into the night sky
holding on with finger tips
some sixty feet above the stage
there was only the briefest moment
to get my hands back in the straps
so I could break my fall
upside down my mind took
a snapshot
the Negev desert
the crowd of eight thousand
the lights on the stage
far far below
etched in the memory
raw terror
raw life
but he stopped me
right at the start
and said
“there’s no story
you can possibly tell
that I can’t top”