BAL A NCE
Today’s classic poem is by the Russian poet Pushkin.
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Too much makes you
sick
broke
stressed
bored
tacky
angry
dull
flunk
dizzy
sad
tired
self-conscious
dead.
Too little makes you
sick
broke
stressed
bored
tacky
angry
dull
flunk
dizzy
sad
tired
self-conscious
dead.
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Act of a Lifetime
age at 10 months
learning on two feet
age around 6 years
doing it on two wheels
getting a little older and I’m
rockin’ the act down the slopes
I’m in the middle of it now
trying it out with wife work and kids
age is really getting up there
enter the cane to keep me steady
I’ll stop balancing
when I’m good and ready
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His life depended
On careful placement
Of every footstep
As he tightroped across
The raging waterfall
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Teetering on the edge of my bed
at the very apex of silent motion,
I can either fall back into blissful oblivion
or stand up to painful reality.
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Move slowly.
One foot in front of the other.
Feel the plank beneath your feet.
Claw your toes.
Muscles tighten through your legs,
Dragging your center down.
Absorb each twitch,
Each pulse in the knees.
Square your hips.
Straight spine.
Shoulders back.
Make an iron cross with your arms—but light.
Sweaty beads stream your face.
A drumming heart.
Slowly!
Free your mind. . .
Concentrate.
Don’t think.
Head up.
Level eyes.
Don’t look down.
Don’t look back.
Don’t breathe.
Don’t blink!
There’s a Mountain Dew Slurpee river raging below—
And you might fall.
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