He lifts her up;
her arms stretch out.
Her bare feet grip--
her small toes clutch--
the anchored beam.
Her body--her mind--intersect.
She gulps.
After repetition, he binds her eyes
with pale pink fabric, still
urging her across
the straight and narrow.
"If you do exactly as I say,
I'll catch you if you fail."
This becomes mindless--
walk like this -- put your arms like this -- look up--
be proud of who we are molding you to be.
This is a Follow-the-Leader game--
think and do as we say...
and we'll always be here.
She blindly points,
positioning one foot in front
of the other. The tie keeps
her needing him. The tie keeps
her focus on only his voice
and direction. Is it Faith or fear?
This is a balancing act--
pick what you will carry.
Adjust your own gravity;
weigh its weights.
Pick carefully--
you can only take
so much.
