A tender stem
supple with spring
blossoms a white dance
high above the sea.
She sways into salty
spray without missing a step
or breaking the wind's strenuous
rhythm requirements.
Her precarious position,
by implication, grants
her leave for careful,
cautious living.
I'd excuse her
for keeping still.
I'd give her permission
to play it safe.
But there she is bravely
dancing alone
on the edge
with only one leg.
