Poem: On the Fence by Mark Tulin

Leaning back then forth

My talons grip the wood

My wings oiled and prepared

Should I stay or fly

I guess I’ll know

Or not

If I need coaxing

Or persuading one way

Or convinced to do the other

When the wind blows right

When the stars are aligned

When I tire of straddling

My journey will resume

My movements will follow

In one quick instant

Or not.

©️MFT