Like a tightrope artist, I walk a fine line
These days, between the fixed forces of light
And darkness; between those who cast no shadow
And those whose hearts and minds have turned into stone.
Communicating, with these polarised tribes,
Is now such a difficult balancing act.
And there's all the propaganda and the lies
To sift through from the nay-sayers and the hacks.
Like a tightrope artist I walk a fine line
Between frayed symbols and arbitrary signs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem