Supported by the clouds,
anchored in the air,
arched towards the heavens.
I dangle from the beams,
trying to find a balance.
I waver to and fro,
teetering and tottering,
so close to the edge.
I am pulled by the tension,
my feet in suspension
floating above the abyss.
My steps are uncertain,
slow and ummeasured.
Such a expansive span
left to overcome,
but I keep going.