Wing Walker

Weary of barrel rolls,
I inch along the wing,
sway on a showman’s heels.

Below lies everything—
church, cornfield, farmhouse roof—
that settled life can bring.

There’s nothing to reprove,
yet little to delight.
Glimpsing my act above,

they marvel at the sight
as if, daring at heart,
they too had taken flight

to serve a dying art.
Loosed from every tie
that stakes a claim to earth,

I sell a flash of sky.

Andrew Sofer

Andrew Sofer

Andrew Sofer is the author of the poetry collection Wave (Main Street Rag 2010) and two books about theater, The Stage Life of Props and Dark Matter.His poems have received awards from Southwest Review, Atlanta Review, Iambs & Trochees, and New England Poetry Club. He teaches at Boston College and at The Mellon School of Theater and Performance Research at Harvard.
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Andrew Sofer is the author of the poetry collection Wave (Main Street Rag 2010) and two books about theater, The Stage Life of Props and Dark Matter. His poems have received awards from Southwest Review, Atlanta Review, Iambs & Trochees, and New England Poetry Club. He teaches at Boston College and at The Mellon School of Theater and Performance Research at Harvard.