I stepped from Plank to Plank
A slow and cautious way
The Stars about my Head I felt
About my Feet the Sea.
I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch—
This gave me that precarious Gait
Some call Experience.
"#875" ["I stepped from Plank to Plank"] by Emily Dickinson. This poem is in the public domain.
Art credit: "Hussaini Hanging Bridge, Pakistan," across the Hunza River in the village of Hussaini in northern Pakistan, photograph by Jonathan Blair/Corbis. Caption: "Massive gaps between the planks, a wild side-to-side swing: there are reasons this is considered one of the world’s most harrowing suspension bridges. While rickety cable and wood bridges are common in this area, crossing this bridge over the rapidly flowing Hunza River is particularly frightening, as the tattered remains of the previous bridge hang by threads next to the one currently in use."
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Thanks, Phyllis, "...that precarious Gait Some call Experience..." really taps the tuning fork in my head
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And your comment taps the tuning fork in mine. Nice. Blessings to you in this season of celebrations, Rick!
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