Life Line

I creep across the path of life.
Tightrope, that could easily
turn into a rope and strangle
if it wanted to. So I wobble,
as I imagine many people do
traveling from one side to the
other. Making many good
friends along the way. The pink
fleshed baby growing taller.
Wiser. Life's lessons flow like
a stream straight into my grateful
hands, waiting to be absorbed.
Wolves circle and they also dip
their heads in, casting moon like
shadows and drink from the stream.
So I tiptoe gently, teasing the rope,
finding my feet.