Off Stable Ground

Am the gondolier in pantomime,

Standing on an inverted bosu,

Holding a rod, less for balance

Than as a prop:

Slicing the air in downward arcs,

Left side, bend knees, shift weight, right side, repeat.

Hah! My feet skip and skid,

Till core muscles engage

And I am quiet for a bit.

To stand tall

and still and nearing stable:

That’s where it’s at.