Tightrope walker, the wife he loves,
each new day another footstep.
Acrobat troupe – always new tricks,
never resting on laurels.
Conductor, holds one baton,
ears for forty three players.
Brain surgeon, every cut final,
naught left to chance.
Chef’s eyes hold seven pans,
coalesced to one plate.
Fireman sleeps light, alert for –
you never know when…
Yesterday – track of a bird’s flight,
tomorrow hangs in the dice,
my love, a bubble, fragile, fresh –
Verses of Five 