Stilt-walkers

Stilt-walkers

     by Philip Norton aka Preachermansays

Remember, you come from a Long family of stilt-walkers. We live amongst the clouds and the albatross. Our thoughts are lofty; our dreams are taller than the ancient mountain ash. When I first met your father, he towered 80-foot above the pavement. He held out his hand and offered me a new kind of longing. Come, and teeter with me on the brink of Heaven, he whispered. For our wedding, his parents gave us stilts tall as skyscrapers. May you always stand together, they said, and remember the secret to a happy marriage: Never look down; never look back. And so, like two children spinning together, we hold hands and stare into each other’s eyes to maintain our balance. He steadies me. I steady him. We fly like buttresses, joyful on our precarious limbs. Our Love is one of life’s sweet dangers. Below us, the safe and the cautious remain strangers. 

 

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