Taking Flight
The stream runs swift
as I step
atop the first large rock
of many
that lead across
the swirling water
like
a tightrope artist
my arms outstretched
tremble
at each step
the rushing current
reminding me
of
a false step
yet half across
a final dash
no time to tremble
I leap to ground
only
to find
right behind
my son
balancing
on the last stone
camera
in hand
above the whirl
snapping a shot
of a deer
now no longer near
that I missed
in my haste
but later saw
startled
in the photograph
of a leaping man
outstretched arms
as in flight
the deer
staring
at the farfetched
sight.
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