I am a tightrope walker
with my filled wheelbarrow
steered – nervous weights
before me – held dead-straight

You act as if you are
just another Harry Houdini
balanced above Niagara
for a long bet against gravity –
quivering inside – all of us do
when stepping so high

Such is fatherhood on days
of bowing mistakes
We have no diplomas
just higher circus learning –
without safety nets